“A thorn of Shaerrawedd pricked me, and the snake Ourboros has sunk its teeth in its own tail.”
The Lady of the Lake, Pg. 516
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Lyrics
Pricked by a thorn of Shaerrawedd,
No Witcher dies in his own bed.
And I must sail across the sea,
Slit by the sword of destiny.
Child of Surprise, despised and feared;
Terrified of the lonely bier:
The circle closes, blood will reek
When the snake has sunk its tail in its own teeth.
Dear Lady, lead me by the hand,
And take me to the promised land,
For you have robbed me of my fear,
As I lie beside the terror I hold dear.
I’ll follow you into the grave,
So utter loud her fourteenth name,
That named I screamed in fire and frost,
For today, if I look back, then I am lost.
Divided by A Shard of Ice
This is A Little Sacrifice;
And I can give you nothing more
As I bleed out here at your door.
No Aerondight shall see me home
As I die in the streets alone
Spellbound forever in your kiss
So don’t deny me my Last Wish, and say again:
“My blood is ichor and fire,
Power commensurate to desire,
And if you give me all you own,
I promise we shall build a home.
Your Aedirn harlot, bruised and beat,
I’ve been the greatest, and the least;
Still, I’m your Yennefer, your only love,
Who demands recompense in blood.”
“So answer my plea, sell your soul to me
Sell your soul, love, and be happy.
Answer my plea, sell your soul to me,
Sell your soul, love, and be happy.”
“I am your idealized nightmare
With violet eyes and raven hair.
Your bloody mistress and your slave
And all the goddamn joy for which you rave.
The sorceress to whom you groan,
Our bodies buried in one tome.
I am your hatred, and your greatest fear;
I’m all the terror you hold dear.”
“So answer my plea, sell your soul to me
Sell your soul and be happy.
Answer my plea, sell your soul to me,
Oh, sell your soul, love , and be happy.”
“So answer my plea, sell your soul to me
Sell your soul and be happy.
Answer my plea, sell your soul to me,
Oh, sell your soul, love, and be happy.”
On east of Eden I shall dwell:
Adamson and Lilith from hell.
And when we bleed beneath the knife,
Ciri, take us to paradise.
So by the rill of Babylon
My love will lilt her heathen song,
And care no whit for Worlds to Come
Nor lies of Armagideon.
Weep to the Keruvim or Ra,
There is no mercy in the maw
And I’ll be no fool with bated breath
To beg Adonai for my release from death.
Dear Lord, you took all that I asked;
So take your fucking ticket back.
And in fact,
I’ll never stand for your desire,
Your wretched covenant in funeral pyres.
So answer my plea, sell your soul to me
Sell your soul and be happy.
Answer my plea, sell your soul to me,
Oh, sell your soul,love, and be happy.
So answer my plea, sell your soul to me
Sell your soul and be happy.
Answer my plea, sell your soul to me,
Oh, sell your soul,love, and be happy.
Nullus Dei Et Nullus Domini,
You’re all I need to be happy.
And when they damn me for all eternity
You’re all I need to, you’re all I need to
You’re all I need to be happy!
Oh shattered, shameful, broken soul,
No hate can ever make you whole;
And in your terror, in your flight,
You mistook the stars in water for the night.
The killing wind howls in the keep,
But have I found all that I seek
In emerald eyes where courage burns?
And the Spring shall come soon after Midinvaérne.
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