Lyrics:

The next unholy shell is hidden where old witches’ dwell.
On splintered and rustic brooms, they fly.
They’re hidden from human sight by the rat kings enchanted magic sky.
Still I will find the shell and never turn a blind eye.
Towards the coven of rats I wander.
To open the rat king’s eyes to the natures wonder.

I hear a sound, from the moss-covered ground.
Is it imagination or is it real?
A shadow to the right a sniffing to the left.
I have finally arrived (Rat king! Rat king!).
The rats are scared and don't welcome me.
I'm here in peace please do not flee!
I seek an audience with the king.
This lovely cold day in spring.

The biggest bumblebee I ever seen fly towards me.
His wings are covered in spider silk armor and the flapping makes everything shake.
Tell me stranger why do you seek an audience with the king, this lovely day in spring?
But first let me introduce myself, my name is Bleee and I’m immortal you see.

I have no soft spot for immortal bumblebees they make me feel worthless and confined.
I greet him with a smile and say nice to meet you blee I’m the hero of humankind.
But I have no time for small talk, I just seek an audience with your king.

I hear a sound, from the moss-covered ground.
Is it imagination or is it real?
A shadow to the right a sniffing to the left.
I have finally arrived (Rat king! Rat king!).
The rats are scared and don't welcome me.
I'm here in peace please do not flee!.
I seek an audience with the king.
This lovely cold day in spring.

I sit down on the bumblebee.
Slow we fly through rat filled lands.
All I see is toil and misery.
the sparkle of life seems to forever be gone.

Now I see the rat king my plan is a success.
I'm not here in peace, I'm here to kill!
With the power from the first shell, I send fourth a wave of shells.
Slicing him to thousand pieces, only the whiskers remain.

With the demise of the rat king ends the enchantment of the sky.
The sun returns to once again caress these dying lands.
The witches who were hiding, cannot hide no more, now they will have to answer to me!
I have ended the rat king’s tyrant rule.
and the rats holds a banquet in my honor.

The rats are not known for their culinary skills.
On the plate lies rotten apples and wheat.
A young and strong rat approach me.
And begs me to take him with me on my quest.
He has formal training in the ancient art of scratch and bite.
And since his fur is black, he can move unseen in the cover of the night.

I hear a sound, from the moss-covered ground.
Is it imagination or is it real?
A shadow to the right a sniffing to the left.
I'm now drunk as a cat.
My new rat friends name is Scruff.
We set out to the witch’s land!
To seek the hidden magic shell.
Where the wart covered hag’s dwell.