歌词
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
O'
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
O'...
Toss a coin to your Witcher
And friend of humanity!
Toss a coin to your Witcher
O' Valley of Plenty
O' Valley of Plenty
O'
Toss a coin to your Witcher
A friend of humanity!