The number 13.
In the realm of shadows, where whispers creep,
The clock strikes hard at twelve, burying secrets deep.
As the full moon rises, cold and bright,
Fear walks the streets at night.
Scattered glasses reflects a curse,
Each piece for each soul.
There's...
The clock strikes hard at twelve, burying secrets deep.
As the full moon rises, cold and bright,
Fear walks the streets at night.
Scattered glasses reflects a curse,
Each piece for each soul.
There's...