The Mad Pipper

There is a creature that lurks in 
the shadow of the night 
Under the pale moon lit night 
above the black velvet sky 
Bounded by the chains death has 
placed upon him 
To do his bidding to collect the 
souls that he claims 

His eyes are red as the coals 
we burn in a fire 
With a heart cold as ice that would 
send a chill down your spine 
If you would ever look into his eyes 
he could see deep into your soul 

He carries a golden pipe that 
plays the sweetest sound 
That death has made out of 
bark of a willow tree 
The sound drifts through the 
night looking for souls 
The souls of children to feed 
the hunger of death 

So if you are out at night and 
hear the sweet sound 
It will put you in a trance to 
follow the mad Pipper to your death 
Guiding you to a dark abyss to 
spend eternity 
So the mad pipper could be set 
free from the chains that bound him