Ensemble:

Haul out the hellhounds
String up the sigils before a spirit gnaws on us
I hear it stalking
I may be rushing things, but ward the walls, don't make a promise

For we need a little Witcher, right this very minute
Candles in the window, chanting in an octet
Yes, we need a little Witcher, right this very minute
Hasn't slayed a single harpy, but Witcher dear we're in a hurry

Geralt, spoken: "Whyyyyyyy."