In lands where shadows dance with light
Where steel meets magic in the night
There walks a figure, lone and bold
A tale of destiny yet untold
With eyes of amber, cold and keen
He treads where few have ever been
A Witcher born of trials and pain
In him, the echoes of legends reign
Oh, White Wolf, hunter of the dark
With every step, you leave your mark
Through storms of chaos, you remain
A beacon of hope, amidst the bane
In taverns old, his name's revered
In whispers hushed, his deeds are cheered
But in the heart of every tale
Lurks the truth, a harrowing gale
For monsters dread, he's bound to slay
Yet deeper demons bar his way
In battles fierce, he finds his peace
Amidst the turmoil, his soul's release
Oh, White Wolf, hunter of the dark
With every step, you leave your mark
Through storms of chaos, you remain
A beacon of hope, amidst the bane