When a humble bard
Graced a ride along
With Geralt of Rivia,
Along came this song.
From when the White Wolf fought
A silver-tongued devil,
His army of elves,
At his hooves did they revel.
They came after me
With masterful deceit,
Broke down my lute
And they kicked in my teeth.
While the devil's horns
Minced our tender meat,
And so cried the Witcher:
“He can't be bleat!”
Toss a coin to your Witcher
O' Valley of Plenty,
O' Valley of Plenty.
Toss a coin to Your Witcher
O' Valley of Plenty.
At the edge of the world
Fight the mighty horde
That bashes and breaks you,
And brings you the morn'.
He thrust every elf
Far back on the shelf
High up on the mountain,
From whence it came.
He wiped out your pest,
Got kicked in his chest,
He's a friend of humanity
So give him the rest.
That's my epic tale,
A champion prevailed,
Defeated the villain,
Now pour him some ale.
Toss a coin to your Witcher
O' Valley of Plenty,
O' Valley of Plenty.
Toss a coin to your Witcher,
A friend of humanity.
Toss a coin to your Witcher
O' Valley of Plenty,
O' Valley of Plenty.
A friend of humanity.
Toss a coin to your Witcher
O' Valley of Plenty,
O' Valley of Plenty.
Toss a coin to your Witcher,
A friend of humanity.
