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When a humble boy graced a ride along with Geralt of Rivia, along came this song.
From when the white wolf fought a silver-toed devil, his army of elves and 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 ***** the witcher, "He can't be bleat."
Toss a coin to your witcher, oh valley of penis, oh valley of penis.