After the fateful events at Aretuza , Geralt and Yennefer struggle to pick up the pieces and reunite their family as war comes to the Continent
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You're awake.
And pleasant as ever.
No, witcher.
No news of Nilfgaard or the girl.
And no, I didn't ask.
Ask the wrong question,
they'll string you up.
And then how would we have
these... lovely daily chats?
Grouse.
Caught especially for you.
I don't want it.
Of course you don't.
Ungrateful twat.
Still won't eat?
You're sure this one deserves your help?
Let us decide that.
Same as we decided for you,
and the Scoia'tael
you've asked us to take in.
I will never command you, Milva.
Nor return you
to the horrors of your past.
But you do owe a debt.
Keep him alive.
Why is he so special?
You are not the only one
who protects lost souls.
Many that do are broken themselves.
I just heard a Nilfgaardian
royal carriage has been seen traveling.
How long until Emhyr has her?
Your guess is as good as mine.
- What are we gonna do, Geralt?
- Help me up.
All right, take it easy.
- Stop!
- Let him be, bard.
- Easy...
- He broke his back. And look at his leg.
Like I've been saying,
you can't leave unless you get better.
And you won't get better
unless you let us help you.
You need more healing waters
and plenty of rest.
Grouse?
Give me the damn grouse.
Oh, now you want it.
There's a very weird energy
between you two.
I don't wanna tell them
how to do their jobs,
but are we sure that these healers are...
...qualified?
Hey. Are you all right?
The waters weren't successful.
They're meant for natural beings,
not mutants.
Pack up. We leave in the morning.
Good, yeah. Uh, might I suggest we wait
until your leg pus
stops visibly oozing first?
You're in no shape to walk across
the forest, much less the Continent!
Can you even hold the damn sword?
Are you gonna stop him?
I've been telling him for months he needs
to think about himself, not just Ciri.
- Oh, so you're not completely useless?
- But I was wrong.
Protecting her,
protecting his family, it's who he is.
I'd have to kill him to stop him.
And even in this sorry-arse state,
I'm pretty sure he could
snap me like a toothpick, so no.
I'm not gonna stop him.
If he needs my help,
he has it.
So you're both f*cking lunatics!
You really think
you're ready to go find your girl?
'Cause you'd be dead now.
Let it off!
Go ahead!
Crach an Craite!
Oi, oi, treacle!
So it's definitely you, then!
There's no sign of Ciri
in the Eastern Skelligens.
- Any news from the rest of your fleet?
- Oh, good!
- I'm not...
- She's not dead, I can feel it.
Aye,
but the alternative's not much better.
There's a rumor bubbling up in the South
that Ciri's heading to Nilfgaard.
Come on!
Well, she'd never go willingly.
Vilgefortz.
An Aretuzan mage gone rogue.
He's taking her to Emhyr.
Listen, the tribunal wants
to patter on about peace talks.
If Ciri's siding with Nilfgaard,
we're obliged to join.
- You'd fight for Nilfgaard?
- f*ck, no!
At least, not willingly.
But Ciri's also Princess of Brugge
and a sh*t ton more vassals.
Those butterball lords,
they won't put up a fight.
If Ciri joins Nilfgaard,
the whole Continent shifts.
I'll get to her before then.
Well, then, maybe
this horsesh*t surrender talk stops.
You know where this Vilgefortz
has got her stowed?
Ciri?
Ciri, are you here?
Oh, gods!
What happened here?
These are our girls.
It's worse than Geralt described.
If you're looking
for Vilgefortz, he's gone.
- We're looking for Ciri.
- Then I'll save you the time.
I've searched the castle. It's empty.
What kind of magic can do this?
- None we've ever practiced.
- None like any we've ever seen.
How did we not see it?
Who Vilgefortz really was.
Some of us did.
It'll take all of us
to reverse this spell.
Together.
They deserve that.
Nissa.
Eva. Elisabet.
May they have peace.
I want to get
as far away from here as possible.
This isn't right.
Stay, if you like.
I have to get back to Tretogor.
Stop!
We can't just leave them there!
They deserve a proper burial.
To honor them.
To remember them.
Now you're going to remember them.
Berate us all you want.
But these girls were killed here,
in Redania.
Vilgefortz did it under your nose.
Yes, and he wouldn't have
brought them here
if she had looked after them properly
at Aretuza.
You always propped up the Brotherhood,
its importance in protecting Chaos.
But with Vilgefortz,
you simply propped up the man.
Save your sanctimony.
I know I failed. But so did you.
Go, run back to Tretogor.
Do not forget you were willing to bring
the Brotherhood down with your purge.
And why? Not for Chaos. No.
You destroyed whomever so Vizimir would
see you lurking in Dijkstra's shadow.
You th...
We are partners.
- I can trust Dijkstra.
- Yeah, like I trusted Vilgefortz.
But that is the problem with trust.
You have it until you don't.
Please stop.
Every minute that passes,
Vilgefortz draws closer to Nilfgaard.
I don't know
what he or Emhyr want with Ciri,
but look at what he did to those girls.
We return them to Aretuza.
We give them peace.
Then... we fight.
To make sure this never happens again.
Close the gates!
Move it!
Are you sure about this?
Forward!
Nilfgaard made their play.
Now let's make ours.
Press harder. We must take
Dillingen to secure the western front.
Fringilla.
It appears you have returned
from the grave just in time. Leave us.
Good day, my lord.
My fighters tell me that
your arrival in Aretuza
helped secure
what some may call a victory.
It did.
We succeeded at Thanedd
because of the elves, their sacrifices.
It's thanks to them
the Brotherhood is in shambles.
The North, however, is still a worthy foe.
We need to secure Xin'trea's
ports and gain control of the Yaruga.
Temeria's most critical
supply chain. You lose that...
you lose the war.
You need someone. Someone
who knows Xin'trea from the inside.
Someone who has
Nilfgaard's interests at heart.
So you're proposing that I forgive
your past sins and return you to Cintra?
Us, my lord.
Side by side.
Cirilla is on her way home.
That's what we all wanted.
And she will reign
by your side as intended.
And she...
She needs you here. In Nilfgaard.
So allow me to serve you
as Imperial Governor of Xin'trea,
and Francesca... can give her people
the home they deserve.
I must say, Fringilla,
death, it becomes you.
And I have faith
that being Imperial Governor will too.
Especially with the...
Queen of the Elves by your side.
I guarantee you won't regret it, my lord.
And thank you for recognizing
that we delivered what was promised.
The Scoia'tael deserve peace.
- The Scoia'tael?
- Mmm.
No.
You may lead the elves in Cintra, the old,
the sick, the ones who... who cannot fight,
but the Scoia'tael, they stay with us.
They know the land so well.
They are an effective force in the North.
You mean a dispensable one.
They won't do it.
Not as long as they serve me.
Then disavow them.
Either they die
fighting for us,
so the rest of your... people may live,
or all of your people die
fighting to survive.
The elves have sacrificed so much.
Don't let it be for nothing.
Leave.
Go.
I thought you might be dead, Dijkstra.
I swore I sent for you yesterday.
I came as fast as I could.
Corpses have come faster,
that was the joke.
Moving on.
What do you hear from the front?
Nilfgaard has taken towns
in Aedirn, Lyria, and Cidaris.
And Radovid, any word?
We've got everyone we can spare
searching for him.
This is not where you promised we'd be.
- There were eventualities.
- Yeah.
You were to purge the Brotherhood
and come back heroes.
Instead, Aretuza is a pile of rocks,
the Brotherhood has no brothers left,
and my brother's dead
in a f*cking ditch somewhere.
I see you opening your mouth.
Don't. Don't try and handle me.
Not you, Sigismund.
Hmm.
Luck plays a role in everything we do.
And while I mitigate that role as much
as I can, we were unlucky at Thanedd.
A few minutes too late.
A message
for naval reinforcements not received.
A f*cking witcher.
But our intelligence was right
and our plan was correct.
None of which stops
my people from doubting me.
You and I have been through
difficult times, but nothing like this.
Examples must be made.
I'm truly sorry.
Because I know how much you like Philippa.
But someone's got to pay.
Do not disappoint me again.
Aaah!
You'd be dead now.
Go back to bed, witcher.
He is going.
With or without me.
Is he at full strength yet?
Of course he's not.
Look at that leg,
it's like a sock full of marbles,
which is why he needs somebody
to look after him until he's better.
You're not his friend.
You're tagging along to get
one more song out of him when he dies.
How dare you?
I would milk his death
for, like, three songs.
And maybe an epic poem, so...
Uh...
You're useless.
And he's truly useless.
Neither of you is any good
to that girl dead.
Every day that I spend here
is another that Ciri's in danger.
Just because you're hiding from the world
doesn't mean that I have to.
Fine.
Go.
Wait!
I don't wanna hear it.
You've got it wrong.
I'm not scared to leave.
I'm scared of what I'd do to them...
the people who hurt me,
if... if I did.
I know that fear.
Their waters are supposed
to make you forget.
Guess they didn't work on me either.
Does it remind you of someone you lost?
It looks important.
It reminds me of someone I killed.
I've always tried to stay above the fray.
- Monster!
- Butcher!
To shut everything out.
And life always finds
a way to force my hand.
Witcher! You take the wrong ones!
Or forcing you to make a choice.
I know.
Whatever they did to you...
I hope they pay.
Like the world works that way.
Tissaia.
Tissaia, look at me.
I just got word.
Redania and Kaedwen lost another battle.
Since when have you cared
about movement of troops?
Since I became responsible
for the death of each and every soldier.
This war was inevitable.
Was it?
You could've handed Ciri's head over
to the kings on a platter to win support.
But you didn't.
No.
No, I could never have done that.
Your pain is my pain.
My pain is your pain.
They make us sacrifice so much.
The cost of learning magic.
When I came to Aretuza, if a sorceress
fell pregnant, she was kicked out.
"Divided loyalties,"
said the men.
So I made them take us seriously.
The enchantment was never
about clearer access to Chaos.
It was about getting a seat at the table.
And the Brotherhood, they called me bold.
I was just desperate.
The first of many mistakes.
- Stop it.
- Look around, it's all gone.
Forget this, go to Brokilon.
- Salvage what you can with the witcher.
- Geralt's getting help.
My focus is here, on Ciri.
If I go to him without her, I've failed.
There are worse failures.
Spare me the self-loathing bullsh*t.
This feeling sorry for yourself,
and letting Vilgefortz
make you question who you are.
This isn't you!
I know you.
At your core.
Everything I've done,
everything that's been done to me,
I've survived because of your faith.
You are the strongest force
I've ever known.
Remember your strength.
You are Tissaia de Vries,
you are our mother, and we need you.
I need you.
The service for the novices.
It's time.
Go. I'll collect myself and come along.
Thank you.
One of the first things
we learn about Chaos...
is that it always has consequences.
There is a cost to this magic.
And eventually, we all must pay.
It is not a gift.
It is a trade.
And often,
that trade leads us to dark places.
But there are always bright spots.
Teaching you has been
the biggest bright spot of my life.
And I would love to see you
through the next leg of your journey.
I know you will do great things,
my daughter.
But I'm afraid I cannot.
There is a cost I must pay.
Sometimes a flower...
is just a flower.
And the best thing it can do for us
is die.
Geralt.
Yen? You came.
It's me.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I don't have her.
No.
It's my fault.
I let Vilgefortz beat me.
I couldn't protect her.
He's destroyed everything I love.
Tissaia.
She's gone.
I know it's not fair, but...
I'm so angry with her.
Who do we have now?
We have you, Yen.
I will find Ciri.
Those mages can't do this without you.
It's not fair.
I need you to heal me, Yen.
- The dryads did what they could, but...
- There are some wounds magic can't heal.
I know.
I will make Vilgefortz pay.
And I don't care if he's an emperor,
I'll make Emhyr pay too.
Tell me this isn't
the last time I'll see you.
Say it.
I need you, Geralt.
I need you too, Yen.
Someone's got to pay.
Gah! Yes, yes. A price must be paid.
Gods, it's true. You're here!
You're alive!
Oh, that's fine work.
No, that's fine work indeed. Mmm.
I was worried sick.
They should never have left you.
Don't worry, there will be consequences.
- Philippa...
- Found me and helped get me home.
Your Highness.
I could not rest until I knew he was safe.
I know Thanedd seems
like a blow to our cause,
but, believe me,
the coup wasn't a total failure.
We outed the Nilfgaardian traitor
and we created a power vacuum
in the Brotherhood only we can fill.
A power vacuum?
The Brotherhood is in shambles
and the North with it!
Yes. Well, I have
a new plan for Redania, Your Grace.
You'll see.
Yeah, you'll see,
you shape-shifting little sh*t.
Uh, you look absolutely awful,
and you stink.
Let's get you hosed down with a quickness.
Uh, I'm not staying.
- What?
- I was coming to ask you to...
let me go.
Go where? In case you haven't noticed,
there's a war.
And I'm no help in it.
You've been trying for years
to find a purpose for me here.
Plugged me into these straw-man jobs.
I'm not a spy master.
Not even a good prince.
But I've finally found
something that suits me.
Someone.
And he needs my help.
Your Highness,
I've prepared a bath for you.
Find my cloaks, anything with fur,
take them to the haberdasher,
fetch as high a price as you can
and bring the coin back to me.
Yes, I'm serious.
No, my brother won't have you killed.
Well.
Looks like it's down to us now.
Oh. You all right?
Vizimir.
He's not wrong. Usually.
We f*cked up.
We promised him the Brotherhood.
Redania on top!
We saw four steps ahead,
and Vilgefortz saw five.
I know you think Vizimir is a fool,
but he is still our king.
And when he demands accountability...
he gets it.
Someone has to pay...
for Thanedd.
Just tell Vizimir it was my fault.
Yeah. Yeah.
I knew I could trust you with my life.
But not my strategy.
- What?
- I have made plans to protect us both.
What do you mean?
Everything's in order.
He won't expect any disruptions.
Not in the ceremony and not from us.
We'll be at the front.
Prize position.
Then, when Ciri comes, I grab her.
- You...
- Stop.
- We have sacrificed too much already.
- No, no... What are you saying?
- I'm gonna take Emhyr's deal.
- Francesca.
You can't take a deal
from a plan that was never real.
It could work.
- We could lead there together.
- And be under his service again?
I want out. Out of this place,
out of this war, and out of this sphere.
And Ciri, Ciri...
she can give us that.
She can give you Dol Blathanna.
- It's out there. It's...
- No. It's not.
Dol Blathanna, it...
it was a real place.
Tangible. On the map.
For all the world to see.
But we lost it.
Home is where
my people are safe, Fringilla.
Not in some unknown sphere at the hands
of a girl with unknown powers.
It's too risky.
Especially when I know
we're under Nilfgaard's protection.
No, no, no! Have you forgotten
that not everybody is safe there?
Yes, I know what it means.
I will condemn the Scoia'tael to die.
- Save everyone else in the process.
- Listen to me.
I said no.
Emhyr is brutal.
All humans are brutal.
- But at least Emhyr's honest about it.
- No, he's not.
He's a liar!
Do you know he had your baby killed?
And then he tried to set me up for it!
Emhyr killed our child?
Yes, he did.
And then he used Redania
to try and manipulate you.
Emhyr killed our child, and you knew?
What do you mean he set you up?
Francesca, it was all going wrong.
Emhyr was coming to Cintra.
And I had to gain his favor.
And so I told him that your baby,
your baby was...
...was a way of keeping you here.
To keep us fighting.
Emhyr murdered my child.
And I lost my brother,
my husband,
and hundreds of our people,
because of your lie?
I can't undo what I've done.
He deserves it.
He deserves to suffer just as you have.
We can do that.
One child for another.
You get eternal peace for the elves.
- We can do that. You just have to...
- Don't touch me.
He does not know the meaning of suffering.
But he will.
And so will you.
- Stop there!
- Fetch someone!
Quickly, get help!
- Secure the castle.
- Certainly, my lord.
- Now!
- Follow me!
- With me!
- How did this happen?
- Secure the exits!
- I don't know. But I will find out.
And whoever is responsible
will be made to pay.
We must move quickly.
Our enemies will capitalize
on this tragedy, say we are leaderless.
- Summon the guards!
- Follow me!
We cannot let those rumors fester.
It is our great fortune
that Radovid is back safely with us.
Mighty of heart and spirit,
for Redania first and always,
we say together,
long live King Radovid!
Long live King Radovid!
Long live King Radovid!
Long live King Radovid!
Long live King Radovid!
Long live King Radovid!
Long live King Radovid!
Come through to the dining room.
This way!
It's hard to believe so much has happened
in a week.
How much you lost.
We've all lost.
Our home. Our history.
People we love.
Not a great week for magic.
Sorry. It's not gonna be the same
without Tissaia.
I know.
- I just don't have any tears left in me.
- Good.
Because I didn't bring us
back here to wallow.
She'd have hated that.
I brought us back here
to make good on the promise
of never letting this happen again.
Aretuza is gone.
The future of magic
has never been more unstable.
We must protect it.
The most dangerous mage we've ever seen
has the most powerful source
this Continent has ever known.
We need to eliminate Vilgefortz.
The old guard is gone.
It's up to us.
We decide how we move forward.
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ With the... ♪
♪ With the wind ♪
♪ Howling wi... ♪
Howling wind?
I feel like that's been done.
Howling wind?
♪ Ride, wi... ♪
Never interrupt an artist when he is
in a state of numinous flow. I...
I recognize you.
Dara. You helped me
get passage to Xin'trea once.
Dara.
Yes, I remember.
Destined for great things.
That's not quite
what I was thinking of, though.
I was at Shaerrawedd.
Fighting with the Scoia'tael.
After my family was killed,
I was alone for a long time.
And when I found my own people,
I thought I'd recovered what I'd lost.
Purpose, hope, family.
Peace.
But they agreed
to help the White Flame start a war.
And I couldn't do it.
So I ran.
It's all right to be scared.
I'm not scared. I'm just tired of running.
If I keep carrying this hatred,
it'll kill me.
Yes. It will.
I knew Ciri.
She was the first person
I ever felt safe with.
If you see her again...
tell her I forgive her.
And that I'm sorry.
I don't remember
Vesemir's elixir recipe
involving so many...
...worm guts.
It doesn't.
But it's the closest thing
to yghern venom I could find.
Oh, come on, he's... Look at him.
Sorry, buddy.
Just be gentle with him...
It won't be as powerful
as Vesemir's elixir.
But it should sharpen the senses.
Hit her with the...
Yeah!
No...
You'd be dead now.
Hmm.
We're leaving.
Yeah.
An auspicious day, my lord.
Thanks to you.
Emperor Emhyr var Emreis,
Deithwen Addan yn Carn aep Morvudd
bids welcome Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon.
- Queen of Cintra, Princess of Brugge...
- Yes, yes, there she is!
...duch*ess of Sodden
is hereby endowed with the title
of duch*ess of Rowan and Ymlac
and Lady of the Castle of Darn Rowan.
Our honored guest
with whom we shall await the arrival
of more peaceful, happier times.
Welcome home.
You are where you belong.
A pleasure, Your Grace.
Long live Princess Cirilla!
Long live Princess Cirilla!
Oi, blondie.
Blondie...
- So what's next week?
- Oh...
Nice to see you finally awake.
You wanna get out of here?
- You eating that?
- Ah, yeah.
Another round!
Spoke in a wheel.
- Spoke in a wheel...
- Oh!
- Oi, blondie.
- We need more beer here, come on!
- Scopin' out?
- Just got here.
How about it?
Who are you?
I'm the king of f*ckin' Ebbing.
Don't take long!
Now do exactly what I say.
Kayleigh. Heard of him?
One of the Rats.
The baron has put out a hefty price
for capture of his lot.
- Only reason I haven't killed him myself.
- Kayleigh, eh?
The baron'll probably give you a pat
on the arse and a barrel of mead.
Our prize. Special little bird.
That's the wench
Nilfgaard's been searching for.
You're as useless
as a eunuch in a whor*house.
They found that girl.
No, if they found her then why
is the prefect still offering a reward?
She's not worth more than
what's between her legs, the wee thing.
Still wouldn't mind a turn.
- Any of that food for us?
- Piss off!
Good one.
We're hungry.
You see?
This bitch is highborn.
- You're the dumb one.
- She told you she was hungry, dickhe*d.
- Ooh!
- Skomlik!
Do what you wish with your girl,
but the Rat is mine!
Touch him again,
I'll plunge this blade through your eye.
Sit back down.
- You lot, stay.
- Full of f*ckin' threats, aren't you, boy?
- Yeah, that's right.
- You get it?
You f*ckin' try, boy. You f*ckin' try.
- So you're not completely useless.
- I'll fight you!
- You f*cker!
- Good to know.
- Wait till he pulls out the...
- Now slide it to me.
- We'll start again...
- He's bigger than you, small boy.
- Your mother had no complaint.
- I mean it, boy. Stand up.
Stand up. Show me. Show me, boys.
Come on!
Having a party
without the rest of us?
Who the f*ck is she?
Son of a bitch.
The Rats!
The f*cking Rats!
Me and the brat'll be taking our leave.
Mistle, behind you!
Where d'you think you're going?
- No, you don't!
- Kayleigh!
I knew you were alive! You little sh*t.
Back off! They're mine!
Oi, come here!
Nice one, Reef!
Get away!
Hey, trouble.
I'll take that!
How about a fair fight?
Ah.
Let's see how you do against a human.
I don't think
you're man enough to take her.
You'll pay for that, you highborn bitch!
f*ck me.
She's playing with him.
Move along, one at a time.
- We'll never get there in time.
- Move along.
Get in line!
You'll need further identification.
Empty your pockets.
We'll never get to Ciri
if we can't get past.
Or I can take your missus
round the corner,
and she can convince me
to let you go through.
There's got to be another way round.
- Not for days.
- Take this.
Good man. On you go.
Ta.
Good morning!
- Hi. How... how are you?
- Papers.
- We lost them.
- But... but we...
we would be happy to compensate you
for, uh... for your troubles with...
um...
Give me a second.
Uh...
Not gonna help me out here, or anything?
Wanna get through? Pay.
Uh, that's... two! Two orens.
Uh...
You're gonna have to do
better than that, freak.
That looks nice.
Hold on.
For your troubles...
Baggage, please...
- Friend.
- Geralt, no, come on, not that.
Very nice.
On you go.
- Thank you, thank you so much.
- My pleasure.
We have this for you...
Dear friend,
you once told me of a dream
where you were wandering
through boundless fields
towards an obelisk
carved with names of the dead.
- It's all a toll.
- No! No!
A woman with cold blue eyes
was following you.
Any more out of you,
and she will leave here an orphan.
You knew her because she had dogged
your every footstep.
Just keep walking.
Geralt, we need to get to Ciri. Geralt...
"Why?" you asked her.
"Was it because
you were meant to end up alone?"
Why don't you let
the girl and her family go?
Piss off.
Or maybe I'll take her home
and see what use she can be put to.
"Was it because she wanted you,
a witcher who needed no one,
to finally be afraid?"
You told her the truth.
You'd always been afraid.
Until now.
Because she'd taken everything from you,
which means she'd also taken the fear.
You and I, we now know
what it means to need. To love.
To lose it all.
Neutrality be damned.
We are no longer afraid.
Geralt, your sword!
A little help!
Here.
Everyone, under the wagon!
Get him!
I'm gonna kill him...
I know, I know.
I'd be dead now.
I've been lost before.
Eithné says I still am.
Would have been nice to...
have someone looking for me
the way you're looking after your girl.
Everyone's safe.
We good?
Not yet.
Missed one.
No, I didn't.
Get up.
If you manage
to get to Nilfgaard before I do...
you tell that f*ck Emhyr
that no matter his armies,
no matter his walls,
I will free Ciri.
Understand?
I know in my heart, Geralt,
you will find Ciri.
And I will make sure
there's a safe world for her to return to.
And if we must face
the cold blue eyes of death,
we will.
But we will be the last to fall.
Of that, I am sure.
All my love...
Yennefer.
- Last time we save your arse.
- That's a lie and we both know it.
Shut up
and grab everything of value.
Anyone gonna talk about her?
- Is she mute or something?
- Give her a minute.
They tell you it's gonna feel bad.
Taking a life.
But it doesn't.
We gotta go.
- Is she alone?
- She can use a sword.
What's your name?
Call me Falka.
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ With the wind that moves the trees ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ For the Child of Destiny ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ With the wind that moves the trees ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ Bring the storm that sets her free ♪
♪ Sleepless under frozen suns ♪
♪ Treachery and chosen ones ♪
♪ Rise anew, the time has come ♪
♪ To take hold of the skies ♪
♪ Once betrayed, but not again ♪
♪ Steel restored unto his name ♪
♪ With silver coursing through his veins ♪
♪ And vengeance in his eyes ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ With the wind that moves the trees ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ For the Child of Destiny ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ With the wind that moves the trees ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ Bring the storm that sets her free ♪
♪ Twisted lies and sorcery ♪
♪ Make no match for destiny ♪
♪ You won't rest till worlds collide ♪
♪ So stake your claim and choose a side ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ With the wind that moves the trees ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ For the Child of Destiny ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ With the wind that moves the trees ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ Bring the storm that sets her free ♪
♪ Humans more monster than creatures ♪
♪ Witcher more human than them ♪
♪ Butcher, White Wolf, or a savior ♪
♪ The witcher returns ♪
♪ In the end ♪
♪ Come on! ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Aah ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ With the wind that moves the trees ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ For the Child of Destiny ♪
♪ Ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ With the wind that howls
It howls for thee ♪
♪ Oh, ride, witcher, ride ♪
♪ Don't fear that wind ♪
♪ It howls for thee ♪
♪ Don't fear that wind
It howls for thee ♪
♪ It howls for thee ♪
