The storm was gone, but dark clouds still hung around The perfect setting for things to come, late afternoon She was still in bed after her visit to the crypt Someone was calling Henry's name Or was it only in her dream?
A dream of breaking glass, glass cutting into flesh Rain turning red, blood running for the dead
Again she heard a name... it was louder, but the same
Jonathan was fighting his way out of bed [J:] "Where is Brandon Henry and why is he late?" [A:] "He didn't feel very well today So I sent him back to bed and there he'll stay But I, my dear, will cater to your needs For you I will be the hand, the hand that feeds"
Abigail obsessed with her revenge Her old spirit was back It made her remember her dream of broken glass "Use it in your scheme, the broken glass"
Broken glass crushed into sugar glace Making dinner for Jonathan, Abigail was having fun Would it be romantic dinner or slaughter of the lamb? Would broken glass be cutting deep, deep into the flesh of a man?
Dinner was enjoyed by candlelight And Jonathan was wearing his Funeral suit, it put him in the right mood Whatever it took, he would do
He was in love... he was in love again He was in love... he was in love again But Abigail would soon feed his love away Feed his love away
"Dinner is served"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
