"I, O'Brian of the Black Horsemen, forbid this sacrilege
You all know that this Demon Child has Abigail's spirit
Inside
But what you don't know is
That she is the reincarnation of my stillborn half-sister
Her spirit is not EVIL, nor is it GOOD
All it wants, is to make things right again
So spare this life, through which revenge can be mine
And Abigail can find her final peace
I, O'Brian, have spoken
Let it be done"

18 was yesterday today she was
A woman in every single way
Abigail was wathing in the forest where
The darkness, it seems to be alive

It was hours ago that she left her home
The chapel in which Black Horsemen saved and raised her soul
And now in the darkest night a storm was born
And Abigail, she did not know... she was its prey

In the storm itself a monster came alive
Chasing Abigail, lightning from the sky

Ah... then her face turned white
Never did she see the EYE, that cried
Raindrops on her head, weeping for the dead, rain... rain... rain
Turning red

"Oh no" ... "Let me go back to my home" ... "Oh no" ... "Oh..."

God he looked away the night the storm it came
And Abigail was drawn into the rain

Rain... was pulling on her hair
To where there is a mansion... THE LAIR
Lurking in the dark when lightning struck again
The mansion showed itself... in silhouette

Ah... rusty iron gates
This is where the Little One she waits
Raindrops on her head, weeping for the dead, rain... rain... rain...
Turning red

"Oh no" ... "Let me go back to my home" ... "Oh no" ... "Oh"
Seeing the little one... knowing that she was a ghost...
Abigail wondering why she was
Mummified... a lantern in her hand
And in the light she saw a name: Cound de La Fey

Mansion in Sorrow, mansion in the dark
Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark

The gates were locked from the inside
And Abigail was sure to die
Then Little One went straight through her body
And the gates, they opened wide
And Little One went up the stairs to the old oak door

Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark
Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark

Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark
Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark

Lightning was striking the trees all around
Abigail still in shock, awoken by the sound

Run better run, run better run after Little One
Run better run, run after Little One
But Little One had gone, gone to the beyond
Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark

Suddenly the door was open, "Where have you been my dear?
I'm Brandon Henry and I serve the master here"

Through a maze of gloomy hallways and candles black
Safe from the storm she followed the man with the shaved head
They went in... in to a room... that was like a shrine
Jewelry and dresses too... in cabinets made of glass
Portraits on the walls, 18 in all
A strong scent of old perfume, and then there was THE HAIR

Long... black... lifeless hair

Curtains of back were inside the room
Shutting out the light, the light that always hurt his eyes
There was nothing bright in this entire mansion... no, no
Except for the candlelight... the light... and the fire that burned real slow

Oh Miriam... why did you have to go and die?

Curtains of black were inside the room
Abigail was not alone, there was someone else in here too
"Come closer dear", said the shadow in the wheelchair
"Stand by the fireplace, so I can better see your face"

Oh Miriam, why did you have to go and die?

The shadow could not believe, the likeness in her face
It looked as if his Miriam had come back from the grave
"I am Count de La Fey, and you are?"
"Abigail", she whispered and shivered to the bone
"Can I?", he said "Can I,.. can I call you Miriam?"

"Miriam... or Abigail is fine
You can even call me Lucy for it is just a name"

He struggled out of the wheelchair
Since his fall many years ago
Now he could only walk by a cane, what a shame

"Don't move! Stay where you are", and then he was right behind her
Touching her long black hair, he was breathing much harder now
Then he grabbed her head

In the pain she screamed as he
Yanked out a lock of that beautiful hair, oh dear oh dear oh dear

He quickly struggled across the floor to a smaller cabinet
Behind glass door it said: "To My beloved Dear"
It was then he started to compare, and she saw the other HAIR
In his twisted mind, she was back, but why
"I must retire my dear in order to prepare
You should do the same, tomorrow an heir"

"Mommy... mommy... mommy... mommy"

Later that Night in her Room,Abigail was drifting off to sleep.
All of what she had seen Today, was hard to believe.

Then the screams of a child in pain, creeping deep into her brain
Then the screams of a child in pain, she cannot find her mommy
And that's a shame

Abigail was quickly on her feet
Down the stairs and into the dark, Abigail was following the sound
And there she was: THE CHILD

It was clearly a ghost... the ghost from the gate in the storm
"Little girl, tell me who you are?"
"I am your spirit twin from years ago, I'm LITTLE ONE"

That brought back memories of Abigail when turning six
Sneaking out of bed, like she always did

Hiding in the dark, listening to the men
Tell their stories from way back then
She remembered the story of Jonathan

And they'd been talking about the Little One

Then the screams of a child in pain, creeping deep into her brain
Then the screams of a child in pain, she cannot find her mommy
And that's a shame

Abigail she knew she had to stay
Saving Little One and breaking the chain... breaking the chain

"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 ware 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 hilled 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 begun
He was done... oh what a man

The only time he would call her mine

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 heep

Down the halllway to the lair, down down the slippery stairs
Abigail is in the crypt, a lantern in her hand

The secret of the crypt
A coffing made for a child, wondering who is inside
Oh Abigail... and off comes the lid

The smell is sick
Mummified infront 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, oh 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.........

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"

In the dark she was so beautiful and white
Abigail was glowing like a diamond in the night
[J:] "I love you Miriam

...Oh my God... my stomach
... That hurts... there it is again... oh what pain
It's like someone's cutting me with a knife
...This is more than pain"

[A:] Ah ha ha, I put broken glass in your dinner dear
It's only getting worse from here
Time has come to say hello to fear
No more hiding from the sun, count the minutes as they run
Run away with life itself"

[J:] "What's wrong with you Miriam?
I'm hurting, please help me"

[A:] "Ah ha ha, NO NO, you're gonna die
This is so much more than pain, feel the Devil's rain
No more hiding from the sun, count the minutes as they run
Run away with life itself"

[J:] "I can't believe you're doing this... to me
...My God... I'm bleeding through my mouth...
...What was that? ...Oh No"

[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 in 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 down

Jonathan is dead
And Abigail is watching his wheelchair burn
The flames lick the wooden floor
Spreading to the curtains, and then the draperies on the wall
Higher and higher they go

"I am the fire... I'm eating everything
I'll bring this mansion down, through me they all must come"

Spirits flying through the air
Spirits crossing over to the other side
To rest in peace and never die again
And to be with long gone friends

The ghosts of those who lived here in the past
They will use the flames to leave this EVIL house

Abigail is watching the spirits and the flames
Dancing hand in hand around her long black dress
Oh around and around they go, until they touch
Abigail is on fire

Spirits flying through the air
Spirits crossing over to the other side
To rest in peace and never die again
And to be with long gone friends

There is no pain as Abigail is eaten by the flames
Her body starts to fade, emptiness is growing inside
Slowly she's leaving her body behind
And the spirits are right by her side

Oh no here she goes, her spirit is in the air
The others guide her to the flames where they all will disappear

Spirits flying through the air
Spirits crossing over to the other side
To rest in peace and never die again
And to be with long gone friends

But Abigail forgot one thing:
"Her own little twin"

You could see the fire burn, you could see the colours turn
From black to no return
The night began to cry, rain from the sky
As the mansion died

Oh no... it died... oh no... it died
Deep down below, fire would not go
The crypt is still alive, listen to the child that cries

I wonder what is wrong
It's so damp... and cold... in here, could this be the home of fear
There's something in the dark, that should be left alone
As if it had a grave of it's own

There's a body on the floor, I hope there is no more
I think I'm stepping in blood
Too dark for me to see, a dark you only feel
Dark that always must be

I see a child... now I'm blind... where did she go? Oh no
Deep down below, fire would not go
The crypt is still alive, listen to the child that cries

Where did she go? She must have slipped into the dark again
Not too far away, I see a light
And there is Little One, standing by the wall
The lantern in her hand is lighting up the coffin on the stand
Oh...
I used to know your sister, your eternal spirit twin
Oh but Abigail was way too busy with revenge
And now you're stuck in here on your own
A lonely soul who'll never ever find a home
Oh No

She cannot find her mommy, cause mommy's in the floor
And she doesn't even know... who her mother really is... oh no

Only I and a few others know who her mother really is
The Countess... The Countess... The Countess
"Mommy... Mommy..."
Oh she cannot find her mommy
"Mommy... Mommy..."
Cause she's buried in the floor
But it's NOT your mommy you're looking for

It's yourself!

"I wanna go home... it's so cold down here
I don't like the dark
Where are you Mommy?
Mommiiii...
Will I ever see you again?
Please come back and take me away from here"

"Sorry Dear"