In the shadows of the night, he rides alone
With a sword of silver, a heart of stone
Through the blood and the fire, he's forged in pain
The White Wolf roams the dark again
He's got eyes that see through fate's cruel lies
Born to battle under cursed skies
With every swing, monsters fall and bleed
He's the butcher, the last of his breed!
Geralt of Rivia, the wolf that roars
Through the storm and the flame, he fights for more
With a soul torn apart by the weight of war
He's the legend, the hunter, the Witcher's lore!
Geralt of Rivia, steel in his veins
In a world without mercy, he breaks the chains
No king, no crown, but his wrath remains
He's the White Wolf howling through the pain!
Cursed by magic, twisted by the trials
He walks the path of monsters, blood and guile
No fear, no love, but a heart still beats
For those who dare, death's grip he cheats
Silver gleams for the beasts of the night
Steel for the men who crave the fight
Destiny's child, yet free of its snare
He laughs in the face of despair!
Geralt of Rivia, the wolf that roars
Through the storm and the flame, he fights for more
With a soul torn apart by the weight of war
He's the legend, the hunter, the Witcher's lore!
Geralt of Rivia, steel in his veins
In a world without mercy, he breaks the chains
No king, no crown, but his wrath remains
He's the White Wolf howling through the pain!
Runes in the wind, a sword in his hand
Across the chaos, he makes his stand
With Yennefer's flame and Ciri's light
He walks the line between dark and right
Through Temeria's hills and Skellige's shores
The bard sings loud of the Wolf's war
No fate can bind him, no gods decide
For in the end, it's the Witcher's prides
Geralt of Rivia, the wolf that roars
Through the storm and the flame, he fights for more
With a soul torn apart by the weight of war
He's the legend, the hunter, the Witcher's lore!
Geralt of Rivia, steel in his veins
In a world without mercy, he breaks the chains
No king, no crown, but his wrath remains
He's the White Wolf howling through the pain!
Howling through the pain!
The White Wolf reigns!
The White Wolf reigns!
Howling through the pain!
Philippe Gilbert Roy - The White Wolf Lyrics
Philippe Gilbert Roy - The White Wolf Lyrics
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English
In the shadows of the night, he rides alone
With a sword of silver, a heart of stone
Through the blood and the fire, he's forged in pain
The White Wolf roams the dark again
He's got eyes that see through fate's cruel lies
Born to battle under cursed skies
With every swing, monsters fall and bleed
He's the butcher, the last of his breed!
Geralt of Rivia, the wolf that roars
Through the storm and the flame, he fights for more
With a soul torn apart by the weight of war
He's the legend, the hunter, the Witcher's lore!
Geralt of Rivia, steel in his veins
In a world without mercy, he breaks the chains
No king, no crown, but his wrath remains
He's the White Wolf howling through the pain!
Cursed by magic, twisted by the trials
He walks the path of monsters, blood and guile
No fear, no love, but a heart still beats
For those who dare, death's grip he cheats
Silver gleams for the beasts of the night
Steel for the men who crave the fight
Destiny's child, yet free of its snare
He laughs in the face of despair!
Geralt of Rivia, the wolf that roars
Through the storm and the flame, he fights for more
With a soul torn apart by the weight of war
He's the legend, the hunter, the Witcher's lore!
Geralt of Rivia, steel in his veins
In a world without mercy, he breaks the chains
No king, no crown, but his wrath remains
He's the White Wolf howling through the pain!
Runes in the wind, a sword in his hand
Across the chaos, he makes his stand
With Yennefer's flame and Ciri's light
He walks the line between dark and right
Through Temeria's hills and Skellige's shores
The bard sings loud of the Wolf's war
No fate can bind him, no gods decide
For in the end, it's the Witcher's prides
Geralt of Rivia, the wolf that roars
Through the storm and the flame, he fights for more
With a soul torn apart by the weight of war
He's the legend, the hunter, the Witcher's lore!
Geralt of Rivia, steel in his veins
In a world without mercy, he breaks the chains
No king, no crown, but his wrath remains
He's the White Wolf howling through the pain!
Howling through the pain!
The White Wolf reigns!
The White Wolf reigns!
Howling through the pain!
With a sword of silver, a heart of stone
Through the blood and the fire, he's forged in pain
The White Wolf roams the dark again
He's got eyes that see through fate's cruel lies
Born to battle under cursed skies
With every swing, monsters fall and bleed
He's the butcher, the last of his breed!
Geralt of Rivia, the wolf that roars
Through the storm and the flame, he fights for more
With a soul torn apart by the weight of war
He's the legend, the hunter, the Witcher's lore!
Geralt of Rivia, steel in his veins
In a world without mercy, he breaks the chains
No king, no crown, but his wrath remains
He's the White Wolf howling through the pain!
Cursed by magic, twisted by the trials
He walks the path of monsters, blood and guile
No fear, no love, but a heart still beats
For those who dare, death's grip he cheats
Silver gleams for the beasts of the night
Steel for the men who crave the fight
Destiny's child, yet free of its snare
He laughs in the face of despair!
Geralt of Rivia, the wolf that roars
Through the storm and the flame, he fights for more
With a soul torn apart by the weight of war
He's the legend, the hunter, the Witcher's lore!
Geralt of Rivia, steel in his veins
In a world without mercy, he breaks the chains
No king, no crown, but his wrath remains
He's the White Wolf howling through the pain!
Runes in the wind, a sword in his hand
Across the chaos, he makes his stand
With Yennefer's flame and Ciri's light
He walks the line between dark and right
Through Temeria's hills and Skellige's shores
The bard sings loud of the Wolf's war
No fate can bind him, no gods decide
For in the end, it's the Witcher's prides
Geralt of Rivia, the wolf that roars
Through the storm and the flame, he fights for more
With a soul torn apart by the weight of war
He's the legend, the hunter, the Witcher's lore!
Geralt of Rivia, steel in his veins
In a world without mercy, he breaks the chains
No king, no crown, but his wrath remains
He's the White Wolf howling through the pain!
Howling through the pain!
The White Wolf reigns!
The White Wolf reigns!
Howling through the pain!
Writer: Philippe Gilbert Roy
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC