The rats are whispering
They whisper in my dreams
Of a world, once ravaged,
Reawakened,
Now, so pristine,
So divine
They rats are whispering
They whisper in my dreams
Of a humble castle
Up there on those hills
Surrounded in a sea of cattle
And those faint chills
And the resting wills,
Now, so quietly,
So still
The rats are whispering
They whisper in my dreams
Of the rusty and forgotten,
Makers of holes and blood,
Gods of the mad and rotten,
Left among the mud
Of sins made with gut
Now, so pitiful
So hurt
The rats have whispered
They've wispered in my dreams
Of a world in peace