Silver Sings

[Verse 1]
Scars like runes on my skin—hear the old world call,
My rusted medallion shakes when the storm winds crawl.
Dogs howl at the village; the children hide below,
“Something’s eating cattle”—I read the tracks in mud.
Bone pit, thornbush, slime; the bestiary says “possessed,”
I drink the burning potion. Silver takes the rest.

[Chorus]
Witcher’s rap, another contract in the night,
Silver sings; I cut the curse—or choose what’s right.
Blood, sweat, coin—the line between them wears thin,
Monsters have claws; men just learn to hide them.

[Verse 2]
The tavern laughs cheap, and the alderman pays light,
A missing girl, a whispered curse—his hands tell me why.
One beast hunts the forest; one sits at the table,
Counting gold, burying ashes, calling himself faithful.
Which one do I kill to make this village whole?
They pay me for silence; I sell them my soul.

[Bridge]
I’ve hauled home heads; still their faces haunt my sleep.
Who’s worse—the shade beneath the bridge, or the man who lets it feed?

[Outro]
Speak my name in the dark; I’ll follow blood to the end.
Sign the parchment. The song will remember what men won’t.