歌词
Famine has plagued the land
Drenched earth, rotting
Food spoiled, families cry, panic starts
All turn to the land's lord
Bishop Hatto has taken stock
There is enough for all to eat
But cries of help are ignored
After weeks and weeks of begging
Bishop Hatto opened his doors
Let them all come in
To stave off death
Once inside they were trapped
The doors were locked from outside by Hattl
The country will praise my acts
I'm ridding the world of these rats
Over screams and pleas of all those inside
He set fire to them all
The next night he awoke to the sounds of rats in the walls
The halls, at his door, the place was infested
The souls of those he sent to death had come back
He tried to run and hide but was overcome by the rats
Gnawed the fleshed from his bones
His screams delightful
To the souls of the wronged
One less lord