Toss a coin to your Witcher

When modest bard rested after work he&done With Geralt of Rivia this song he sung. With lofty devil the White Wolf fought till death The cohorts of elves, he ripped apart, were countless. They crawled from behind, though it&shame and disgrace They broke my lute and rearranged my face. That devil aimed its horn straight into my eye And then the Witcher shouted " Your time has come to die!" Toss a coin to your Witcher, minted coin, minted coin, Toss a coin to your Witcher, it will be all credited to you! And though, to the end of the world he is ready to go To destroy all the monsters, to kill all the foes Over distant mountain pass he drove all the elves High over the mountains for eternal rest He doesn&hit the brow, but the eye, he was wounded, but survived He is a friend to people, he always on our side Why this animosity, I don&get all this fuss He is defending us, so, fill up his glass! Toss a coin to your Witcher, minted coin, minted coin, Toss a coin to your Witcher, it will be all credited to you!