My journey had been long, I had not seen my hometown for weeks My spirits were hign for the prosperity I acquired When I walked in between houses and streets The morning was still, and yet but begun And the silence but pleasant and beautiful A strange smell lay light on a soft breeze... As I came closer to my house it grew strong I knew not why, at that point, but something made me freeze and shiver cold...
Curiosity of a strange kind made me stare in through a window I knew the house I stared into belonged to a family of many Well. That's what is used to do Imagine my horror when I saw that pale face! With eyes still open, piercing at me through the dark Right then I knew who awaited me Death had come to gratulate my return
As if a ghost to assist my horror, a door creaked and slowly opened wide I screamed, and my scream scared me further For it echoed uncanny between the housewalls As the fool I was, I fled in through another neighbouring door
The smell was awful as I paced through the chambers And that was when I fell over something It was a little boy and his sister, still embraced in death Lying there on the floor I knew I would not rise When the rats ran across the floor against me... All I saw - dead children, black rats...