kokozrika:

Wolves are sleeping ‘midst the trees,
Bats all are swaying in the breeze,
But one soul lies anxious wide awake,
Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths.

Birds are silent for the night,
Cows turn in as daylight dies,
But one soul lies anxious wide awake,
For 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.