One cold December night
I gave myself an awful fright,
When I saw this Kreacher in the dark
All teeth and glowing eyes
I thought I met my own demise,
That's when he started the war
Well, I put him in the ground,
Until one day I had 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 stranger say
Well, he's back from the dead, and he's coming for your head!
He is Kreacher, King of the rats!
On the horizon, what did I see?
A hoard 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,
I covered it everything I knew
But the Kreacher he looked me in the eyes
He pulled out his
Blade, he pointed at me and said
You're about to fuing die!
He's back from the dead, and he's coming for your head
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 it felt so strange,
My body was rearranged!
And now I'm the rat 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 pride
I'm eating every man in sight
You can try to fuing 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'm back from the dead, and I'm coming for your head
I am Kreacher, King of the rats!