The Witcher
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 Oh, oh, oh 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 to mourn 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 Our champion prevailed Defeated the villain Now pour him some ale Oh, oh, oh Toss a coin to your Witcher A friend of humanity