Toss A Coin To Your Witcher [Finnish translation]

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 horn

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,

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!