It was a normal Saturday night for me
I was crawling around in the storm drain in search of dinner
A small morsel perhaps
And I saw him
I stared at him
And the Rat stared back at me with his black lifeless eyes
It was truly magnificent
His golden fleece lit up in the dark
The Rat called upon his mighty steed
And flew on its back into the night
Howling at the moon
If you listen closely
You can hear a voice
A whisper in the wind
The Rat calls to me
I must fly