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 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 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 You might also like Unholy Hymns The Bridge City Sinners The Origin Of Love Hedwig and the Angry Inch The Legend of Olog-hai, PT. 2 The Bridge City Sinners 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