A wolf that doesn\'t howl,
Without smile, a clown.
The world is indeed funny
Then why dont I laugh?
The raven sings,
In damp and wind.
Never knowing to shout
The Witcher strides-
He walks they fight,
Never knowing what is right.
So he will cut and burn them,
Bury and mourn them.
Till the grave\'s out of sight.
And the raven,
Sings along, a sad song;
Never running from fright.
The wolf, it tries.
The clown it cries.
Never knowing what is right.
I lie, I laugh,
pretend I\'m not made of glass.
Hide the hurt so that,
I can smile, sing and clap.
And I feel for the Witcher,
Who walks and strikes.
Lie in wake and
Watch the day as it dies.