The Deadly Touch

Tic,toc,tic,toc

goes the clock  as it strikes twelve

the blood runs down it's face

I hear him scream

yet I torture more

My next victim goes pale as paste

he see thy scarred face

everyone that touches me now dies from thy darkness

those that come to know thyself die

now death is my name for I sold thy soul

for mere coin

I suffer from a curse i sighned in thy skin

my clan kills for him