Call forth the wizard My patience has run low You’ve 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 He’ll never reach End-World’s gates The last will be un-mourned