White Wolf Ride | Witcher Song

Lyrics: The daylight drowns in marsh and mire, The village bars its doors. A mother kneels beside the fire, And prays for dawn once more. A stranger rides through falling rain, Two blades upon his back. The silver wolf upon his chain Stirs on the forest track. In Kaer Morhen’s halls of stone,The winter carved his name. Through bitter herbs and broken bones, A witcher rose from pain. They leave their silver by the door, Then curse him as he goes. Yet beg his sword to walk once more Where nothing human goes. White Wolf, ride, White Wolf, roam, Through the dark and far from home. Silver gleams where shadows lie, Hear the old woods breathe and sigh. White Wolf, ride through thorn and rain, Break the curse and bear the pain. When the bells refuse to toll, Keep the last light in your soul. A sign burns bright upon his hand, A blade disturbs the deep. Beneath the roots of barren land, The restless dead still weep. But not each beast was born of hate, Nor every curse of sin. Some monsters guard a castle gate, And some are crowned within. Of lilac and of gooseberries, A whisper haunts the air. Two violet eyes return in dreams, And raven locks of hair. Beyond the reach of throne and blade, Through worlds where wild stars gleam, He seeks the child he would not trade For any king’s grand dream. White Wolf, ride, White Wolf, roam, Through the dark and far from home. Silver gleams where shadows lie, Hear the old woods breathe and sigh. White Wolf, ride through thorn and rain, Break the curse and bear the pain. When the bells refuse to toll, Keep the last light in your soul. The Wild Hunt rides on winter’s breath, Their hoofbeats freeze the shore. They call her name through veils of death— He stands before the door. Let kingdoms fall and prophets mourn, Let fate demand its due. He will not leave this child alone For ghosts to drag her through. White Wolf, ride, White Wolf, roam, Bring the lost one safely home. Silver fades before the dawn, Still the winding road goes on. White Wolf, ride through thorn and rain, Love is worth the scars that stain. Though the world demands its toll, Keep the last light in your soul. The morning stirs the silent reeds, The rain has washed the stone. Beyond the graves and gallows trees, The wolf rides on alone.