Darkness falls, the cannons crash
The sky is filled with their thundering flash.
A war is raging, in the middle - I'm caught
Fighting for peace, the utmost sought.
The story I tell is strange indeed
The story of a piper, piping on his reed.
The music is monstrous, sweet as summer's day
Beautiful, mindebending, but terrible in every way.
For that sweet music killed many a rat
and many a child as well
And that same music tempted me into this living Hell.
So now I fight unseen foes
Following the Piper wherever he goes.
I saw that piper long ago
A strange, black figure, he carted in tow.
I see him again, but he's not alone
Following him are men, not of flesh and bone.
I feel the bullet hard, I fear the end is near
And all I hear is music, playing in my ear.
Goodbye, sweet life, you've been good to me
but now I know I'm gone
Following the Piper piping his sweet, sad song.