The Witcher wild hunt - The Witcher | Текст песни

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• The Witcher wild hunt
• The Witcher

The fire flies in the night moth,
Knowing - in the flame of its death is waiting.
But their fate cannot be changed
That was written, it is supposed to do.

From the depths, the wild woods,
Hear the enchanted wolves.
Languages in night fire
Warm the palm of the Witcher.

chorus:

The clouds will scatter, witchcraft wins,
And an hour later the people will be forgotten again.
In all cities for people he is a stranger,
Shrouded in gossip outcast.

Mysterious stranger with a sad face,
When was the last time you saw your own house?
You have to go where darkness reigns,
Such a fate your the Witcher.

And scorching wing, a moth that fell,
His Witcher hands gently lifted.
Conspiracy his pain healed
And will again with a smile released.

Someone's shadow hid behind,
More the forest heard the wolf howl.
The silhouette of a flying moth
Will become a symbol of the immortality of the Witcher.

chorus:

The clouds will scatter, witchcraft wins,
And an hour later the people will be forgotten again.
In all cities for people he is a stranger,
Shrouded in gossip outcast.

Mysterious stranger with a sad face,
When was the last time you saw your own house?
You have to go where darkness reigns,
Such a fate your the Witcher.