The Witcher: Blood Origin
Sundays on NetflixThe Witcher: Blood Origin Season 1 Episode 4: "Of Mages, Malice, and Monstrous Mayhem" Quotes
With a final touch, the great mage shattered his greatest creation, not realizing the energy released would shatter space and time itself. The fragile veils between worlds had been ripped apart. Planes of existence began to cross. Skies warred with skies. Night fed upon day. Multiple worlds crossed through each other, scattering species like seeds as they merged. This was the Conjunction of the Spheres. Every living thing fell silent.
Seanchai
Ithlinne: The times of the spheres is upon us. Aen Seidhe lost across the skies. Cast adrift in time. Ever searching for love. Lost. And left behind. The Lark’s seed shall carry forth the first note of song that ends all times.
Seanchai: And one of her blood shall sing the last.
Sing the Song of the Seven, Sandpiper. So the oppressed may find hope and strength in the tale of their ancestors, and be ready for the great change to come.
Seanchai
You’re nothing, you’re less / You’re broken, a mess / Defeated and hopeless / You’ll sink to the depths / The oppressors are mighty / Way greater in strength / Let history warn you / Resistance means death / Forget all they’ve told you / For history’s fine glow / Is tarnished by those / Who don’t want you to know / The power of your stories / Your songs, and yourselves / To take back the land / For the dwarves and the elves / So sing loud and proud / The Song of the Seven / Be you halfling or gnome / Be you Dwarven or Elven / You carry their stories / No oppressor can hide them / Carry their glories and rise / We will rise / Bounded in a blood quest / For vengeance and truth / Destined to fail but the Seven refused / Seven warriors apart unite as one fist / The empire would crush them / But they said, ‘Fuck this’ / [They said, ‘Fuck this’] / They rallied the people / With brave deed and song / Their courage has shown them / The right from the wrong / The power of story / Put fire in their veins / The people will rise up / To bring forth a change / So sing loud and proud / The Song of the Seven / Be you halfling or gnome / Be you Dwarven or Elven / You carry their stories / No oppressor can hide them / Carry their glories and rise / We will rise / We will rise / Oh, we will rise / We will rise / Oh / We will rise / Oh / Sing loud and proud / The Song of the Seven / Be you halfling or gnome / Be you Dwarven or Elven / You carry their stories / No oppressor can hide them / Carry their glories and rise / We will rise / Sing loud and proud / The Song of the Seven / Be you halfling or gnome / Be you Dwarven or Elven / You carry their stories / No oppressor can hide them / Carry their glories and rise
Jaskier
Where once there were two standing stones / Facing proudly in a field / One lies broken on its side / Since the meeting of the spheres / Beneath that stone, a warrior / Whose bravery knew no bounds / Who gave his life so you’d be free / And a tyrant be overthrown / They said he had a heart of stone / No love or tender touch, no / Till a singing lark sang her song / And cracked his heart in two / They battled through a land so cruel / Where lowborn starved and toiled / Fighting to avenge their clans / And free the commonborn / I am that lark, that standing stone / Standing by my lover’s side / My voice is dying in the wind / As our story starts to fade / I’ll feel your warmth no more my love / I’ll feel your warmth no more / But from our love, a seed has grown / A seed to save our world
Éile
