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#thewitcher EN This song was created in collaboration with AI. For all fans of the book saga The Witcher. Especially for fans of the character of Leo Bonhart, a bounty hunter and (for me) the best character from the TV series The Witcher. Recommended to listen with headphones. Enjoy. CZ Tato píseň vznikla ve spolupráci s AI. Pro všechny fanoušky knižní ságy Zaklínač. Hlavně pro fanoušky postavy Lea Bonharta, lovce odměn a (za mě) nejlepší postavu ze seriálu Zaklínač. Doporučeno poslouchat se sluchátky. Přeji Vám hezký poslech. Lyrics: Eyes like fish, cold as frost He counts the dead but not the cost Each swing a tale of lives erased In his wake no trace no face The Rats fell like whispers Lost in the wind No mercy No justice Just blood on his skin The grey moustache It hides his grin A hunter's soul So cruel So thin Leo Bonhart A ghostly flame Chasing blood No need for fame Leo Bonhart Steel in his hands sharp as sin He grins like a wolf cold within The Rats ran wild but never far Until they met Leo Bonhart Ciri runs but fate's too sly A wolf's howl swallowed by the sky Her stars fall trapped in his snare A lion's teeth a devil's lair The wolves howl they know his name The crows gather they play his game Leo Bonhart The name they fear A whisper in the night Too near Too near Blades in his hands No mercy No art Just death and the grin of Leo Bonhart Legends die where he begins Mercy’s a word he’s never seen Echoes follow where he treads His name is spoken among the dead Ciri stands her ground, defiant and strong With fire in her eyes, righting the wrong She'll strike with fury, the debt to repay Leo's end will come, no longer a delay The grey moustache It hides his grin A hunter's soul So cruel So thin Leo Bonhart A ghostly flame Chasing blood No need for fame Leo Bonhart The name they fear A whisper in the night Too near Too near Blades in his hands No mercy No art Just death and the grin of Leo Bonhart Leo Bonhart