Curse of the Soothsayer Part I: The Beggar’s Toll

Walking the streets in the black of night
Who's this weary soul?
Blessed in rags with hands held out
I’ll pay no beggar's toll!
Leave me be and let me pass
I owe nothing to you
Spit with contempt as i walk by
Without a thought or smile

Then, a strange feeling
And I see visions
Hellfire and demons laughing
What has the soothsayer done to me?

Cursed! You can't escape
It’s far too late
You've earned your fate

Possessed now in a fit of rage
Into the town you run
People yell in horror as they see
See what you've become
Mark of the beast on your hide
Horns and glowing eyes
Then they stick a knife in you
To see what lays inside

You're on the ground
In a bloody mess
You know that it's the end

Cursed! You can't escape
It's far too late
You've earned your fate
Now your time has come
To burn away
Your body
It’s no more
Now you’re just a slave
To demon lords
You're transformed
Into a beast