A: “What you did to my mother, trying to kill me inside of her Miriam she died alright, but I’m still alive I was the sister of your father’s in another life The father you never knew, who saved me years ago
And now I’m looking at his son A man and his wheelchair, living in the past No room for life, only the dark
I was so close to the end…I will never forget the coffin and nails But little Abigail is back again So young and beautiful, while you are living in the past A past so dark, there is no room for life itself And all I see when I’m looking at you Is where EVIL always LIVED and ruled
You almost killed me…and now you must pay A man and his wheelchair, living in the past No room for life, only the dark
Do you even know who the Hell it is You are keeping in the crypt?…Do you?” Fear and twisted hate, then the feeling of being betrayed Overwhelmed him… A: “That child is part of ME”
He had to get up, get up and out of the wheelchair But without his cane, Oh he didn’t stand a chance The cane was in her hand, she used it to push him back Push him in the chest, she was ready for attack Then a quick blow to his wrist, four five across his back One last one hit him on the neck A: “I can’t believe you’re still alive My God”, she screamed, “I’ll teach you how to die This should light up your worthless little life Open up your eyes” Then she lit the torch
His eyes were burning pain, she wanted to hear him scream And this was not a dream Abigail was out of control She was laughing at his every scream This was no more the clean revenge it should have been
Abigail was feeling like the ruler of Hell The joy of causing pain The wheelchair was really on fire In the middle of dying, Jonathan’s charred body was Falling downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
