Touches the skin sickness begins
Changing your makeup as death settles in
Hourglass flips sand changes sides
The date is not certain but death is your guide
The heathen's touch
Found in the wild hides in the open
Soon to be buried your casket unopened
Skin turns to black from where you were touched
Last days are spent your loved ones are clutched
The heathen's touch
Death slowly sets in
After life begins
The touch it is the cause
Grabs you with its claws
Darkness the end the touch is the reason
You soon will enter your final season
Body decays both inside and out
If life is a flood you've entered a drought
The heathen's touch"