Marcin Przybyłowicz
Lullaby of Woe
Wolves asleep amidst the trees
Bats all 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 comes, he'll go, leave naught behind
But heartache and woe
Deep, deep woe
Birds are silent for the night
Cows turned 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 еyes
Lie still, lie silеnt utter no cries
As the Witcher
Brave and bold
Paid in coin of gold
He'll chop and slice you
Gut and dice you
Eat you up whole
Eat you whole