---

Thirteen pieces of your fate

Thirteen  dead that will awake

Dying slowly, closer, closer

Thirteen pieces of my mind

Thirteen pieces of my mind

Thirteen  bullets in you side

Dying slowly, closer, closer

Thirteen stab wounds to your head

Thirteen dead and thirteen rotten

And now that old wounds have clotted

The terror that you felt,

Will be the last thing that you feel

Thirteen rot over ten years decayed

Thirteen bodies will be left unburied

The terror that you felt,

Will be the last thing that you feel

Thirteen broken, stabbed and torn

Thirteen victims not yet born

Dying slowly, closer, closer

Thirteen pieces of my mind

Thirteen rot over ten years decayed

Thirteen bodies will be left unburied

Thirteen dead that will awake

Thirteen pieces of your fate

Thirteen bullets in your side

Thirteen stab wounds to your head

Thirteen broken, stabbed and torn

Thirteen victims not yet born