Through wood and darkened mire,
The wolf hunts alone
To chase the child of time,
To trace a trail that none can find
A face he does not know,
A memory lost in shadows grey
Rumours swirl and blur the path
Yet destiny will light the way

Lost in the wild of the north
Praying the girl with ashen-hair will come forth

Child of time, daughter of mine
Come forth from the shadow in which you hide
Lost across an endless sea
Take up the mantle of prophecy

Long is the path I must ride
Lead me through the mist, guiding light

Visions of horrors will show him the way
Dark elven warriors with black-frosted blades
Echoes of spells ripping through time and space
The Tedd Deireádh calling her into the fray

Child of time, daughter of mine
Come forth from the shadow in which you hide
Lost across an endless sea
Take up the mantle of prophecy

A life lived in search of power
To restore that greatest of loss
Fleeing from the truth of her torment
The Raven without a home
Her eyes glisten with the memory
Of the one to whom she was drawn
But by a spell hearts were enchanted
Forged what may never have been found

Cast as a beast without feeling
Doomed to wander the wild alone
Feared by the same men he bleeds for
The White Wolf without a home
Bound under the stars he travels
Each step to destiny’s plan
His journey wandering in shadows
Searching for memory now unknown

Lives eternally entangled
By the wish that binds them close, forever till the end
A home found in each other
An isle beyond mortal men, beyond the reach of death

In lands not tied to a crown
Yet hearts of men remain bound
By fire, eternally burning bright
Be led by the light
A new dawn, a shift in the sand
As elven blood stains the land
By fire, cleansing the hearts of the pure
Yet Novigrad falls to dark

Where once they walked in glory and triumph, no more
Bereft of glory, hiding in darkened spaces they crawl towards the beyond
Where once men bowed and raised them in splendour, no more
As madness claims the crown, they fall evermore into chaos-stripped darkness unknown

Cavernous horror beneath where men sleep
Necrophage swarming the host whilst they flee
Magic abandoned in this time of need
But the White Wolf will lead them to glory

With fear and fire unleashed
For elder power none weep
The plague of prejudice gripping their minds
The time of the sword and axe is nigh

This world will burn in frost and snow
Reborn of blood, the seed now sown

And at the end of days, the darkness will arise
When men forget their hate and stand strong side by side
All eyes on Zireael to turn the final tide
White Frost and Elder Blood, here at the end of time

And all the men now gather, upon the frozen shore
A mighty host of northern strength, prepare for the final war
The dreadship of the wraiths appears, pulled from darkest depths
Contained by spells but for a time; yet none can stop the dead

Darkness falls on Undvik, the Hunt begins the purge
The warriors of Skellige fall beneath the blade
A dart of cosmic energy, an emerald in the ice
Zireael ascends, becoming one with time and space

Forward, into the fray, the battle rages on
Steel and silver find their mark, the Wolf avenging
Eredin, the deathly king, forced on the retreat
Atop the mountain he will die, the Hunt is ending

Wind will howl as frost envelops
Darkness blots the sun
All will perish in the Final Age
Blistering death now made incarnate
None withstand its grip
Only she can stop the Final Age
Fire rains down from the sky
Demons are born anew
Hope abandoned in the Final Age
Child of Elder Blood ascend
Again into the void
Fight for freedom in the Final Age