A Grain of Truth

[Verse I] Along a road of dying leaves, Where autumn whispers fractured grief, The Witcher rides through fading day To where the silent corpses lay. Claw-torn earth and blood-stained moss, A lonely trail through sorrow’s cross. No bandit’s blade, no common fate— But something waiting past the gate. [Pre-Chorus] He feels the omen in the air, A truth that claws beneath despair… [Chorus] Oh, the beast beneath the bloom, Locked in castle, bound by doom. A heart still warm behind the fangs, A soul that bears the curse’s chains. Though shadows guard the garden’s breath, The scent of love outlives its death. [Verse II] A silver mane, a monstrous form, A voice as deep as gathering storm. The cursed host steps forth with grace, A creature trapped in fur and face. He speaks of kindness years undone, A maiden’s love, a setting sun. A tale of roses drowned in tears, Of hope devoured by passing years. [Pre-Chorus] The Witcher hears the echoed plea— A beast in shape, in spirit free… [Chorus] Oh, the beast beneath the bloom, Guarding ghosts of a shattered room. A gentle soul shaped by despair, Still clinging to the love once there. A curse, a wound, a haunted vow— But something human lingers now. [Bridge – The Broken Truth] The midnight air reveals her trace, A twisted shape with once-loved face. His “maiden” wrapped in feral lore— A monster born of grief he swore. The Witcher sees the fatal thread: Love bound to something cold and dread. Yet in the clash of claw and breath, It’s not he who deals her's death. Her eyes meet his in final plea, A memory of what used to be. He drives a wood pole through her - But breaks his own heart. [Break – Memory’s Thorn] A portrait torn, a flower dry, A whispered name beneath a sigh. A maiden lost to time’s embrace, Her final tear in every place. [Final Chorus – The Grain of Truth] Oh, the beast beneath the bloom, Still guards love from its tomb. For not all curses mark the skin— Some carve the heart and live within. And as the Witcher walks alone, He carries truths the world won’t own: That monsters hide in human breath— And love can linger after death. [Outro – The Witcher’s Road] The path ahead is cold and long, But he rides on with steady song. For every beast, in shadow’s youth, Hides pain that starts With a grain of truth.