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

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