Through the trials and the battles fought,
His heart remained tethered to a thought,
A destiny beyond his control,
A love he yearned for, a heart he'd extol.

Oh, Geralt of Rivia, your soul does yearn,
For a love that can never be spurned,
May the winds of fate bring her to your door,
And fill your heart with love evermore.

He faced the world with his sword and shield,
But his heart lay bare, his soul unsealed,
For in his dreams, she held his hand,
And walked with him through a distant land.

Oh, Geralt of Rivia, your soul does yearn,
For a love that can never be spurned,
May the winds of fate bring her to your door,
And fill your heart with love evermore.

The trials and tribulations of his past,
A love lost, a destiny cast,
Yet he held hope, a beacon bright,
A love that would make his world alight.

Oh, Geralt of Rivia, your soul does yearn,
For a love that can never be spurned,
May the winds of fate bring her to your door,
And fill your heart with love evermore.

As he walks the path, his heart still true,
A love that will guide him through and through,
Through the darkest night and the brightest day,
His love for her will never fade away.

Oh Geralt of Rivia, your soul still yearns,
For a love that could never be despised,
The winds of fate brought her to your door,
But with your death, your heart misses her more.


© ValdorBellegarde