“Wake up Abigail,” midday, Henry was at her door The Count would not rise ‘til the afternoon and lunch was for two So they talked about Miriam and then Abigail said: “What about Little One?” Henry froze: “Oh, you mean our ghost?”
“Downstairs on the lowest floor That’s where you will find THE DOOR Beyond which there are slippery stairs Leading down to the crypt
And Little One sleeps there during the day But at night she’ll rise, searching for her Mom Don’t you ever go there at night, it’s a sinister place There’s so much pain, so much death, so much nothingness”
When night time came on the second day and dinner it was done Jonathan’s headache it was gone “Miriam please take my hand”, then his mood really changed “Time is right to produce an heir”
Playing along with his eerie game she followed him up the stairs Up to a room where love they would share To a room that smelled as if Miriam was still in there
Jonathan was a hideous sight So Abigail she killed the candlelight What was to come, should have never been done She was blocking her mind from his awful thing In her mind his moaning became Nothing but falling on slippery stairs Falling and crying, crawling and dying At the end of the stairs
Her eyes turned black in disgust Hating him more with every thrust And then it was over before it began He was done…oh what a man
The only time he would call her MINETeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
