It's waiting around the corner.
It's waiting in the filth.
It's creeping through the alleys in the still of the night.
It's waiting in the ditches.
It's waiting there to kill it's victims.
Women, children, men and kings alike.

The moon shines frightening on deserted streets.
On movements there in the mud.
A nation wrapped up in winding sheets.
The pathogen's in your blood.

Reign of rats
Reign of harm.
Feed the beast that's hungry.
Reign of rats.
Death and dark.
Feed the beast that's hungry.

It's waiting in your water.
It's waiting in your bed.
It's creeping through your backdoor in the still of the night.
It's waiting in the bushes
It's waiting there for you.
And there is no escape no matter how hard you try.