Wolves asleep amidst the trees, Bats all a-swayin' in the breeze, But one soul lies anxious, wide awake, Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. Beds are silent for the night, Cows turned in as daylight dies, But one's always anxious, wide awake. For the Witcher, brave and bold, Paid in coin of gold. He'll chop and slice you, Cut and dice you, Eat you up whole. Eat you whole.