Call forth the wizard
My patience has run low
Youve failed me once more, bastard demon
With your alchemy and crows
Summon the black
Black thirteen
Crafted by the King
Summon the black
Black thirteen
The glass shows the way
He must perish by the gun
Yet still he rides towards the tower?
His quest can not be won!
Black thirteen
Crafted by the King
Summon the black
Black thirteen
I know I must destroy thee
So time can surely fall
Black thirteen
Burn
Scorn
Hell never reach End-Worlds gates
The last will be un-mourned
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
