
A Question of Price
[Verse I] In a throne room bathed in silver flame, A queen commands with trembling pride. Her voice is steel, but beneath the name Lies a mother’s fear she cannot hide. She calls the Witcher through the feast, A blade of fate in hunter’s form— To strike the one she deems a beast, To shield her blood from coming storm. [Pre-Chorus] But though her sorrow twists into command, The Witcher will not stain his hand… [Chorus] For the price she asks is one he will not pay, No fear or crown can force his heart astray. He stands unbent before the throne, His oath of balance carved in stone. Though a monster kneels beneath the mirrored light, He sees the truth beyond the sight. [Verse II] Her daughter’s fate hangs on a thread, A vow once sworn in ancient lore. The cursed one bows his horned head— A soul in torment, nothing more. But panic spreads like wildfire’s breath, The court cries out with sharpened hate. They rush to strike what they see as death, Blind to the man sealed by fate. [Pre-Chorus] Yet still the Witcher shields the trembling form, A calm defiance in the rising storm… [Chorus] For the price she begs is one he won’t fulfill, No threat or plea can bend his iron will. He guards the cursed against the throne, Against the blades of the unknown. For though the shape is monstrous in the hall, A human heart still beats beneath it all. [Bridge – The Power Awakens] Then comes the cry that splits the air— A daughter’s scream, a lover’s fear. Winds of chaos coil her hair, Ancient wrath drawing near. The walls convulse, the heavens shake, Her hidden birthright tearing free. Through force that only love could wake, She shows them what their eyes can’t see. [Break – The Queen’s Revelation] And the queen, undone by the truth unveiled, Feels every scheme she cast has failed. Her terror softens, pride undone— She sees the two forever one. [Final Chorus – Acceptance] For the price she sought was never hers to hold, Destiny’s threads are stronger than the bold. She watches as the cursed is lifted high, His form reclaimed beneath the sky. No monster now—just love returned, And every doubt within her burned. [Outro – Fate’s Whisper] He walks away as echoes fade, No treasure claimed, a bargain made. Yet destiny still lingers in his stride— A silent thread he cannot hide. For in that hall of fear and flame, A path was forged without a name— A hidden promise yet unborn, A legacy wrapped in the coming dawn. A child of destiny yet to come.

