Menacing Timbre Bends

Drained of life I now see Feeling the cold like a withered tree Not old enough to feel like this Too strong, too fit to be like this Hear these words whilst I can still speak See the truth from my eyes leak A man I saw was not a man A man who shook me by the hand I felt the life drain out of me He smiled and said goodbye and now I see His eyes were fire burning under human lens His voice angelic with menacing timbre bends For as I fell upon my knees He watched my pain with glee and walked away with ease And now the Dr's can't work it out? They know it's no modern disease or bacterial count? So I must say to you before I go That fateful night I met a demon; this much I know.