Kreacher

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!