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Burn, Butcher, burn

Ladies and gentlemen, you were truly a golden public. Don't forget to throw a dime at me, and if you're looking for me, I'll be drinking at the bar!
 
When the time comes,
Don't think I back off.
After all we've lived, and faced,
You let me down.
 
May the time comes
When the Butcher burn!
 
And when the twilight comes,
None of my words will be truer than 'burn'
Burn, Butcher, burn!
Burn, Butcher, burn!
 
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn!
See how I burn every single memories I have of you...
 

Pesma o Belom Vuku

Zov Belog Vuka
Najglasniji je u
zoru.
Zov kamenog
srca što je slomljeno i samo.
 
Rodom iz Kaer Morhena,
Rođen u odsustvu ljubavi.
 
Pesma o Belom
Vuku je hladna poput snega.
Ne zadržavaj pogled na njemu,
Da se čelika ili srebra ne bi latio.
 
Ne priljubljuj svoje srce uz njega, ili svoje
Usne da ublažiš njegovu riku.
Jer pesma o
Belom Vuku biće uvek
Spevana sama.
 
Ne bacaj pogled
Na njega, da te ne bi poljubio svojim mačem.
Ne priljubljuj svoje srce uz njega, ili svoje
Usne da ublažiš njegovu riku.
Jer pesmu o
Belom Vuku
Uvek ćemo pevati
sami.
 
Jer pesmu o
Belom Vuku
Uvek ćemo pevati
sami.
 

Give gold to your Witcher

As a bard once,
could share his path
with Geralt of Riva,
these lines originated.
 
When the white wolf
fought a devil
while his elven army.
pivoting next to his hooves
 
They chased me
With masterful deceit
They breaked my lute,
and kicked into my face.
 
As the devil's horns,
skewered our meat,
so said the witcher,
one must not shed one's blood.
 
Give gold to your witcher,
you people of kindness,
you people of kindness,
Give gold to your witcher,
you people of kindness,
 
On the edge of this world
he fought the horn,
it plagued and struck you
and brought only wrath.
 
Against every elf,
he once fought
far away in the mountains
from which he came.
 
Razed the plague,
don't you even listen?
He is friend of all people
'therefore leave him alone'.
 
That was my tale
of this strong man
he fought the evil,
now toast to him!
 
Give gold to your witcher,
you people of kindness,
you people of kindness,
 
Oh, give gold to your Witcher
a friend of all people.
 
Give gold to your witcher,
you people of kindness,
you people of kindness,
 
 
Give gold to your witcher,
a friend of all people.
 
Give gold to your witcher,
you people of kindness,
you people of kindness,
 
Yes, give gold to your witcher
a friend of all people.
 

Throw a penny at your Witcher

When a humble bard
Meets during its journey
Geralt of Rivia,
Then comes this song:
 
Hunted down by the White-Wolf,
The greedy evil
Sent its elves
To spread confusion.
 
They laid into me
With a intense savagery.
They broke down my lute
And a few teeth too.
 
The goat and its eight horns
Was pounding our flesh
When the Witcher said:
'You make me bray!'
 
'This is not what happened. Where is your so-called new respect?
- New respect doesn't make History.'
 
Oh, throw a penny at your Witcher,
Fecund valley, fecund valley,
Throw a penny at your Witcher,
Oh fecund valley…
 
At the very end of the world,
He stands up to the Devil
Who was spreading upon us
Pain and sorrow.
 
He repelled alone
To their plateau
All the elf hordes
Which were spreading chaos.
 
He hunts vermin
At the risk of his life.
This humanity friend
Deserves some rest.
 
This discreet hero,
Glorified by my verses,
Protects us from Evil—
Hey, doesn't this deserve some ale?
 
Throw a penny at your Witcher,
Oh, fecund valley, fecund valley,
 
Throw a penny at your Witcher,
Friend of humanity!
 
Throw a penny at your Witcher,
Oh, fecund valley, fecund valley,
 
Throw a penny at your Witcher,
Friend of humanity!
 
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Toss a coin to your Witcher]

When modest bard rested after work he's 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's 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't 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't 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!
 
Anatoli Trojanowski

Toss a coin to your 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
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’
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