Witchers' Curse

A witcher
Professional monster slayer

Sin and fear

Sword? Sure!
And one for men

Blood?! Yours!
But they were slain

You shined your light
To expose their foul lies
Hidden in shades
Were the flesh tainting crimes

Cold and devoted your logic is pure
Bound by the oath you cleanse them like a cure

Religious doubts
Harsh.. Believes
Pitiful crowd
Day of fear

Who is their king?
Rise, to hear!
Take a part
Choose a side - nor wrong, nor right

Out, children of night
And visions of blight are
Calling you, calling you, step out, it's near

Thought (that) you could evade, and live without hate
Never take sides on maters of men!

With you, or without
It's always about
Picking a side
For money, or pride

Money or pride!
Their nature is blind
Fight them or die
Fight them or die!