McSobieski - Miecz na ludzi

Here lust is a strong aphrodisiac.
Poisoned stings in seemingly innocent thoughts.
The each of two soldiers is a drunken punk.
which drinks the leftovers of Gwent.
I have no father, he lost his son.
Witcher's school of life taught me to kill,
Sorry, but I do not have a mother who would hug me.
So do not look for any sign of regret on my cheeks
Yes it's hard to tame an old wolf
I have a steel sword for the people,
I keep them at a distance,
Alone, in the middle of a storm that wakes the dreams.
I know the monsters that did not hatched the quarry
The spark of evil broke their souls
They live among us, the bestiaries are silent about them You can not escape, attention here comes the death
I'm one who knows the masterpiece, one of those that never fail

Sword on people
Mortal oracle, a herald of destruction
Sword on people
Flows a craft forged with pride
Sword on people
A noble trinket, a swallow in a storm
Sword on people
which resurrects thunderbolts

You put a knife in my heart over the bank of Toina.
It was like a frost that rubbed my back against the glass.
I sought guilt in him, not in you, Yen ...
I could become a monster shedding his blood.
Sometimes my anger takes over me.
I grow more horrified than a ghoul.
Then my heart protests, it makes me stop,
It forces me to humanity.
I look at the faded trail.
I see my own shadow in the midst of dead bodies.
A small joke, amid a deck of cards,
I'm looking for the one that will save the world.