The Fall of Cintra

Flames Across the Yaruga
And Nilfgaard is at your gates
Swordsmen and Archers coming
With their banners draped in Black
The Queen failed at Marnadel
And her Husband paid the price
To quench the thirst of blackened tongues
The blood of Cintra will suffice

With certain death before us
Carried on the Raven's wings
The war has reached our city
Remember the better things

Mages and a Spy's betrayal
Turn the castle to a crypt
Suicide, Self-Sacrifice
Turn the blade back on yourself

There's no sign of an exit
Young Cirilla must escape
Calanthe, Queen of Cintra
Calanthe, the Queen of Shit