Crusader

The Catcher

Crusader


Every night 
A grim shade passes by 
A raven in disguise 
A tortured soul 
Midnight strikes 
Fear shivers every spine 
Don't let him near your child 
Protect your own 

Children laugh and mock him 
Calling out his name 
He shies the world 
Never walks the streets by day 
At night he reigns 
They hear him play 
A ballad to each life he strained 
A child is out there 
Crying out in tears 
The catcher plays for thee 

By their beds 
He plays a lullaby 
Confusing their young minds 
With broken chords 
With song and rhyme 
He's known to mesmerize 
The spark inside them dies 
Turns dark and cold 

A distant clock strikes midnight 
The catcher's on the prowl 
The mere sound of his cane 
Scares man and beast 
People drag their children 
Horror is back in town 
His lonely flute 
Sounds morbid in the streets 
The catcher plays for me