Barovian Lullaby

Sleep Sleep

For the lord of darkness

Intent on weakness

Is drowning in the deep

Hush Hush

Make no sound my dear

Pray do not tread too near

Lest your breath rouse him up

To Bed To Bed

Stay inside stay hidden

Should our dark lord be risen

Heed not his loyal dead

Dream Dream

Show no fear, nor tears

At last, he comes

The master of the land