(verse 1) She's a party starter, shouting with might, Her voice cuts through the noise, like a demon's fight, In the midst of the mosh pit, she stands so tall, Her screams and roars, make the crowd go wild. (verse 2) Irish whiskey flows through her veins, Fueling her fire, driving her insane, She drinks with passion, like there's no tomorrow, Taking shots after shots, causing joy and sorrow. (chorus) Witcher Eleanor, tall and bold, Sippin' whiskey, in the night so cold. With a gaze like steel, and a heart untamed, Taking shots of people, leaving none unclaimed. (chorus) Witcher Eleanor, tall and proud, Shouting loud, above the crowd. With a voice that carries, strong and clear, Capturing people, drawing them near. (guitar solo) [guitar solo] (verse 3) With silver sword gleaming, she'd slay the night Unleashing chaos, a terrible fright! Her battle cry echoes through the darkest hour She'd dance with the devils and unleash her power! (verse 4) She'd storm the taverns, with a mighty roar gathering people for evermore! shots of whisky, and shots of knights Capturing moments, with her lens of light! Witcher Eleanor, tall and proud, Shouting loud, above the crowd. With a voice that carries, strong and clear, Capturing people, drawing them near. [end]
