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Sonya S.

Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher,
The Servant Of Destiny.
He became so for a reason,
And will of Providence…
A killer of evil he became
Not my fault.,
But the code of honor observed
On conscience everywhere.
Not a man, not a deity –
White-headed warrior,
The triumph of the rule of law,
And honors the worthy.
And let the money kill
It is those who deserve it,
He never left
In trouble, whom pardoned.
To love loved, to forgive-forgive…
And skill its
To punish the left
The victory celebration.
The Witcher Geralt, but who are you?
A wanderer or a fugitive?
Of cruelty or kindness –
Is the messenger of heaven?
Nothing is alien, but alas
You haven't found yourself…
And away from the world and rumor
You run yourself...
Find yourself, don't know who you are –
The curse of the gods!
The fight against evil, in the name of darkness –
What are you prepared for?
Ready to sacrifice yourself?
In the name of emptiness?
Horror, mixed with darkness,
And warrior-only you…
Temple of Melitele, and again
It's time to hit the road.
And again run off and seek,
Dreaming to relax…