Half of this is the original lyrics from the game, the other half is my continuation in the same style. The lyrics under "Original" and above "Continuation" belong to CD Projekt Red and Andrzej Sapkowski.

Original:

These scars long have yearned for your tender caress

To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own

Rend my heart open, then your love profess

A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

You flee my dream come the morning

Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy

Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

The wolf I will follow into the storm

To find your heart, its passion displaced

By ire ever growing hardening into stone

Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace

You flee my dream come the morning

Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy

Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

I know not if fate would have us live as one

Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound

The wish I whispered, when it all began

Did it forge a love you might never have found?

You flee my dream come the morning

Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy

Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

Continuation:

The wolf, I have found by my side at last,

Yet my heart is yearning still,

Our beloved swallow has fled our loving grasp,

To protect us both with her enduring will

You flee our dreams come the morning,

Your hair, pale as the moonlight

With a sword that flashes quick as lightning, surely,

You do not have to constantly take flight

In Velen you fought a werewolf's slashing blows,

Then you fell, into a fen so muddy,

Within the swamp you fought, three fiendish foes,

Then fell upon the mercy of the baron, bloody.

You flee our dreams come the morning,

Your hair, pale as the moonlight

With a sword that flashes quick as lightning, surely,

You do not have to constantly take flight

In Novigrad you sought our favorite bard,

Together you stole a mobster's riches

Turns out, burglary is really ploughing hard,

So you fled, while Radovid burned the witches

You flee our dreams come the morning,

Your hair, pale as the moonlight

With a sword that flashes quick as lightning, surely,

You do not have to constantly take flight

Now to Skellige I'm bound, to find a trace of you,

There are so many, rumors that abound

With many endings, the happy are so few,

Will this journey end with you never found?

You flee our dreams come the morning,

Your hair, pale as the moonlight

With a sword that flashes quick as lightning, surely,

You do not have to constantly take flight.