Lullaby of Woe

Lullaby of Woe
Wolves asleep amidst the trees

Bats all a swaying in the breeze

But one soul lies anxious wide awake

Fearing all manner of demonic rage

For your poor little soul sleep has flown

Don't dare let her tremble alone

For the Gods, heartless, cold

Paid in prayer of all

They come they'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 angelic rage

My dear little soul shut your eyes

Lie still, lie silent, utter no cries

As the Gods, brave and bold

Paid in prayer of all

They'll chop and slice you

Cut and dice you

Eat you up whole

Eat you whole

 Reference: 

Lullaby of Woe - The Witcher 3 composed by Marcin Przybyłowicz https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohNpf4VnlP8