[Music and lyrics by P. Johansson] 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. d**h had come to gratulate my return. As if a ghost to a**ist 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 d**h. 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...