Man gets spiritual when he is about to meet his end
And I am nearing the end
Have you ever heard of man's handiwork, his perfect creations being his own downfall in the end?
As each Knight of Nilfgaard lay on top of my beautiful wife, and vandalize her innocent flesh, all I could see was myself, day after day night after night year after year after year, hammering the very steel that protect the lives of each of these fucking devils. Now here I am, half blind, alone, delirious. My very own creations have caused the end of whatever slight happiness the Gods have allowed me to have. A fool once said "the Gods don't have jurisdiction in Velen." that fool was proven right on this day

Footsteps? By god please don't let them return
I swear I swear I swear I swear I swear my lessons been learned
You never ever trust a fucking black Knight you get burned
They take your sanity and play with it they pass it take turns
See who can turn you to a raging fucking lunatic first
My mind cannot handle anymore I am going to burst
With every step I hear a jingle reminiscent of spurs
And then he rounds the corner stares at me at first with no words
He just looks

All I
Saw was the shape the mark on his skull
He said "damn what the fuck did they do you?"

I am here to die cold and alone
Just as my wife felt in her last moments

He had eyes of a snake
They burned right through the skin of my face
And on his back he held 2 blades
I am no fool a witcher has come my way

Ive been a blacksmith for many years
And I swear I know what brings you here
The wyvern problem near the woods
But I swear theres bigger monsters afoot

And that's when he leaned down to me
He ripped a piece off the sleeve of my shirt
He tied it round my head to stop the bleeding
Lemme tell ya blacksmith I have seen worse

"don't witchers ride horses?" I asked weakly
"how do you know I'm a witcher?" he asked sarcastically

Aren't witchers supposed to have been stripped of emotion?

"Usually I would not give a flying fuck
About you or any other human
You motherfuckers show no love
Everywhere I go you use me

I slay the monsters for your contracts
Then you cast me aside
You all just spit in my direction
Say I am a monster inside

Right now I'd say we can make a deal
Why don't I get you a bed and meal
Come mornings sun we can have our talk
And tell me everything you saw"

The next morning I exited my dusty little inn to find the witcher sitting at a table in the tavern, a feast sit before him. At least that's what it was compared to the amount of food I've eaten in the past 20 years. I recounted every miserable detail of my story for his ears. He sat contently eating and did not interrupt a word. I was so drunk by the end of the conversation I would have ran into Nilfgaard myself armed with a wooden spoon. He proposed his deal

"I never spill a humans blood
It's way against my code
You should have never taken gifts
From a black Knight you reap what you sew

You are not the first I've heard this tale from
Surely not the last
But nilfgaard does not fucking like me anyway
So I'll kick some ass"

If you slit their fucking throats
Oh if you make them pay
I will scorch that fucking forge
I will fold for you the finest blade

And after that I know right where
My body shall ever stay
Ill climb right up next to my father