Текст песни The Ratcatcher - Крысолов

Gray mud
what's in the dark corners,
swarming, bustling huddled
smells the enemy, sees the catch
even in the most sincere faces.
In the drains of ditches, in the basements of houses,
at the hour when everyone is asleep,
gray king in dirty tails knot
sharpens stone, iron, granite

run to my call
between legs and wheels
run as fast as you can, I am the rat-catcher!