...Wolves asleep amidst the trees,
Bats all a swaying in the breeze,
But one soul lies
Anxious wide awake...

...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 turn in as daylight dies,
But one soul lies anxious, wide awake,
Fearin' no manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths...

...He'll chop and slice you,
gut and dice you,
eat you up whole.
Eat you whole...

Lullaby of Woe