The Whistler Beloved mother There is no guilt In what I have done It's far too late To turn is back To turn is back Slowly they move One by one Food for the clan Your kingdom will come Slowly they're marching One by one Follow my magic tune It is so easy Her eyes Her pale cold eyes Are watching over me I've never felt alone All the children For her glory A fair …showed first 75 words of 261 total…

…showed last 75 words of 261 total…story's told You may have learned Dare not to betray the whistler You should consider You might fail You should consider You might fail All your children went astray Pay the price for ignorance Praise the glorious race of rats One by one they'll join their dance All your children went astray Pay the price for ignorance All your children went astray Pay the price for ignorance Food for the clan Praise to the rats