I counted one, two, three, four. 
The steps it took to get used to the floor.
I counted five, six, seven, eight.
The seconds it took to burn him at the stake. 

Regrets? None, and I will never have any.
The yard? Nobody'll know of the dead body.
The room? No secrets will ever be told.
The basement? No revelation of the missing gold.

Time is the black cat's random name.
But through his yellow eyes, time is his aim.
The day he touched him, time had run out. 
I had just been summoned, there was no doubt.

The woman in black whom we call Beth.
The woman in black whom I now call Death.
She changed me into a terrible maniac.
She was the one who made me attack.