XIII

A number of choice is in its name
Bad luck foretold is its game
In my eyes I can see, this number is my death you see
It calls to me both night and day
This shadow which conceals my light
It turns me to an awful thing, the best grim reaper of the land
But first I must come true, to let 13s fate renew
Return into a painful phase, where death had become the newest rage
To see me the world in a black-eyed soul and howl of death at each new toil
13 is just a number you see but I have to become that 1 and 3
So now look up and listen well for I can open the gates of hell
And with this gift of death I bring all pure thing will not be the same
For one swift touch and two dark eyes
Your soul is mine its time to die