Wolves asleep amidst the trees
Bats all a-swaying in the breeze
But one soul lies anxious, wide awake
Fearing all manner of Ghouls, Hags and Wraiths

For your dolly, polly sleep has flown
Don't dare, let her tremble alone

For the Witcher, heartless cold, paid in coin of gold
He'll come. He'll go, leave naught behind but heartache alone

Birds are silent for the night
Cows turn in as daylight dies
But one soul lies anxious wide awake
Fearing all manner of Ghouls, Hags and Wraiths

My dear dolly, polly shut your eyes
Lie still, lie silent until no cries

As the Witcher, brave and bold, paid in coin of gold
He'll chop and slice, gut and dice you, eat you up whole.
Eat you whole.