"Out of the meadows,
We spree with glee
Out from the shadows,
We shriek and they flee
Blood of the brood,
Bite and chew
When out of food,
You have to make do
We’re misunderstood,
Just lend an ear
We’ll tell you a scheme,
It’s not sincere
It’ll come together,
But you won’t be there
Caught by the tail,
In the swarm’s snare"
-Bellows from the sewers