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The Witcher: Blood Origin
Sundays on NetflixThe Witcher: Blood Origin Season 1 Episode 1: "Of Ballads, Brawlers, and Bloodied Blades" Quotes
Eredin: She plays her part well.
Balor: A shiny thing to appease the masses.
Eredin: They all fall so eagerly into place, despite their world turning on its head.
Balor: Faced with chaos, the people will always choose order. No matter the cost.
Eredin: Or how blatant the farce.
Those that make excuses don’t make history.
Balor
Balor: What of Fjall Stoneheart?
Eredin: He escaped our assassins on Inis Dubh. Along with the Raven Clan warrior. But we have elite troops scouring the Continent as we speak.
Balor: That’s a heroic folktale waiting to happen. End them. Now.
Old stories are bound to repeat. They just need the right person to tell them.
Merwyn
Born of Black Sands. Blade and soul as one. All beginnings. All ends.
Scían
We are the Black Rose / Let no one doubt our cause / Rise up and let them feel our thorns / And freedom will be ours / We are the Black-Thorned Rose / Singin’ songs for the unsung / Rise up and let them hear our roar / The lowborns’ day has come / The flowers shall grow / Where our peasant blood flows / Our lives they have taken / Are the seeds they have sown / Rise up from the soil we till / Rise up from the soil that they own / We are the Black Rose / Let no one doubt our cause / Rise up and let them feel our thorns / So freedom may be ours / We are the Black-Thorned Rose / Singin’ songs for the unsung / Rise up and let them hear our roar / The lowborns’ day has come / For each rose they cut down / Another will grow / Till the land is covered / With petals like snow / No lights in your castles / No light in your gold / Our fight is undying / Our truth will be told / We are the Black Rose / Let no one doubt our cause / Rise up and let them feel our thorns / And freedom will be ours / We are the Black-Thorned Rose / Singin’ songs for the unsung / Rise up and let them hear our roar / The lowborns’ day has come / We are the Black-Thorned Rose / Let our voice be our blade as one / Rise up and let them feel our thorns / The lowborns’ day has come
The Lark