King of the Rats

One cold December night

I gave Myself an awful fright

When I saw this creature in the dark

All teeth and glowing eyes

I thought I'd met my own demise

That's when he started to warn

When I put him in the ground

And then one day I found

Someone had dug up his grave

But it wasn't someone else

He crawled out that grave himself

That's when I heard a strange voice say

"Well, he's back from the dead

And he's coming for your head

He is Kreacher‚ King of The Rats"

"He is Kreacher‚ King of The Rats"

Realizing‚ what did I see?

A horde of rats approaching me

But I wasn't prepared to fight

Oh‚ my body filled with fright

And the smell of death began to creep

Well a battle then ensued

Blood covered everything that moved

Kreacher, he looked me in the eyes

He pulled out his blade

He pointed at me and said

"You're about to fuckin' die"

"He's back from the dead

And he's coming for your head

He is Kreacher‚ King of The Rats"

"He is Kreacher‚ King of The Rats"

Excruciating pain i woke up in the rain

To my surprise, I wasn't dead

But my head felt so strange

My body'd been rearranged

And now I'm on the run instead

I'm on the run (I'm on the run)

I'm out for blood (I'm out for blood)

And I am coming for my vice

I'm eating every man in sight

You can try to fuckin' hide

But I got blood in my eyes

I'm back from the dead

And I'm coming for your head

I am Kreacher, King of The Rats

I'm back from the dead

And I'm coming for your head

I am Kreacher‚ King of The Rats

I am back from the dead

And I am coming for your head

I am Kreacher, King of The Rats