An Ill-Fated Meeting

What my endeavors did yield
Across the Temarian Fields
In the swamps of Redania
These lands ruled by hysteria

In the hearts of these evil men
Hatred for those not of their kin
Do not question where I have been
Blood stains the streets of Blaviken

And fear not what dwells in the night
Monsters from men, brought into light
Renfri lays dead, cold at my feet
Her blood slicks this cobblestone street
The crowd gathers casting their stones
The Witcher is again alone