| I’m Geralt of Rivia
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| Could I be pithier
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| While ripping through the fibulas and tibias of idiots?
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| There isn’t a living thing I couldn’t kill at all
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| Kill them all with a silver sword
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| No wonder Vizima built that wall
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| Whether Golem, Vodnick, Godling, Foglet, Doppler, Cockatrice, Dog, or Botchling
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| Warg or Chort or Forktail
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| You all fail
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| Ghouls and wolves
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| I pull a Werewolf by his tail
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| Drown the Devil by the Well
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| Burn the Dragon of Fyresdal
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| Wild white wolves and Wyverns fight Cyclops and Sirens
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| Nightwraiths, Hybrids and Hyms and Ice Giants
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| Seems these beasts are very keen to be seen in the bestiary
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| Venomous, more than a bee sting
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| Know what I mean Emreis?
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| Half swordplay
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| Slay my way through the bestiary
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| Half wordplay
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| Phrases painting your obituary
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| Half swordplay
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| Slay my way through the bestiary
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| Half wordplay
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| Phrases painting your obituary
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| For monsters I use a steel will and silver sword, done
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| And for man I use a steel sword and a silver tongue
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| I’m built hard to deal with Nilfgaard
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| I’m real scarred
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| And I will kill even when I spar with guards
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| But it’s the children of the wilderness I’m skilled with killing
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| When I’m not chilling
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| Getting my fill of different women
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| Well, I have it out with Alghouls and Howlers
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| Gargoyles and Drowners
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| Nithral, Trolls, Hounds, D’ao, Salma, Devourers
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| Lamias, Harpies, Sarastis and Rotfiends and Ogres and Crones
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| Hurting Kernun, Beserkers, Shriekers, Beasts and Ghosts
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| Nekker, Necrophage, Specter, Pesta, Pest or Penitent
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| Relict, Imp, Bear or Djinn, Therazane or Eredin
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| Elementa, Leshen, Endregas and Ekimmaras
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| While I meditate and wait, you’ll never see tomorrow
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| Plague Maidens and Wraiths, Graveirs, and Grave Hags
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| Cave Trolls, White Ladies and Wham-A-Whams
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| Water Hag, Morvuud, Tangleores and Ekhidnas
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| Pull apart Mourntarts, Shriekers, Fiends and Mucknixers
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| Imlerith, Ifrits, Spirits, and Speartips and Griffins
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| From Katakan to Basilisk and frickin' itchy Midges
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| Imagine Guybrush Threepwood meets Clint Eastwood
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| I wish a beast would
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| It’d be ploughing reet good
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| Half swordplay
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| Slay my way through the bestiary
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| Half wordplay
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| Phrases painting your obituary
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| Half swordplay
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| Slay my way through the bestiary
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| Half wordplay
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| Phrases painting your obituary
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| For monsters I use a steel will and silver sword, done
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| And for man I use a steel sword and a silver tongue |