The moon is outside but it can’t get in Almost dead from his nightly sin Jonathan is deep asleep, a perfect time…to visit the keep
Down the hallway to the lair, down down the slippery stairs Abigail is in the crypt, a lantern in her hand
The secret of the crypt A coffin made for a child, wondering who is inside Oh Abigail…and off comes the lid
The smell of sick Mummified infant on its side A name was cut deep in the lid with a knife And it said: Abigail
A silvery necklace was round the mummy’s neck It had wings and was sharpened round the edge “What are you doing here”, Henry had come in unseen
Abigail pulled on the necklace and the little mummy’s head Was separated clean from it’s tiny neck Then up up up, up into his throat Twisting and turning it, ah she couldn’t stop
Brandon Henry was going down in a pool of blood He was on the ground
There’s an eerie glow in the crypt down below Mummified infant on its side “Gotta go…gotta run…I’ll be back for you Little One”
In the crypt Abigail’s twin is searching for a home Abigail’s twin is searching for her Mom But Mommy’s in the floor and it’s made of stone Her mommy’s in the floor and she doesn’t know Oh she doesn’t know, she doesn’t know Will she ever know………Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
