[Verse 1] Twelve disciples at the table, Twelve constellations in the sky, Twelve hours to divide the darkness, Twelve excuses left to die. Every circle claims completion, Every law defines the line, But something waits beyond the border— Uninvited, undefined. [Pre-Chorus] Count the candles, count the bones, Hear the names beneath the stones. When you reach the end, begin again— One more voice is calling from within. [Chorus] We are the Devil’s Dozen, The thirteen dressed in black. The curse you thought was buried Has come crawling back. One for sorrow, one for sin, One for every lie within— Count to twelve and close your eyes, The Thirteenth never dies. [Verse 2] A black cat crossed the chapel, The mirror split from side to side, A ladder cast its crooked shadow, And every holy symbol cried. They tore our number from the doorway, They left no thirteenth floor above, As if a missing mark could save them From the thing they fear to love. We are the omen in the ledger, The final guest without a chair, The cold hand resting on your shoulder When you swear that no one’s there. [Pre-Chorus] Lock the windows, bless the room, Paint your crosses in the gloom. Every prayer becomes a hollow sound When the thirteenth bell begins to pound. [Chorus] We are the Devil’s Dozen, No heaven knows our names. We walk beyond salvation With thirteen tongues of flame. One for sorrow, one for sin, One for every lie within— Count to twelve and close your eyes, The Thirteenth never dies. [Instrumental Interlude] [Bridge – Slow and Heavy] Thirteen knocks upon the gateway, Thirteen wolves surround the throne. Thirteen stars fall from the heavens, Thirteen hearts beat as one. No saint will speak for us. No god will take the blame. We carved our own damnation And signed it with our name. [Final Chorus] We are the Devil’s Dozen, The thirteen dressed in black. The nightmare at your doorway, The knife behind your back. We are the Devil’s Dozen, The last unholy sign. Where twelve declare an ending, We rise beyond the line. One for thunder, one for flame, One to curse the sacred name— Count to twelve and close your eyes, The Thirteenth never dies. [Outro – Whispered] Count them once. Count them twice. Leave an empty chair tonight. Twelve have gathered. Twelve have sworn. The Thirteenth has been born.
