| The Storm |
| 18 was yesterday today she was A woman in every single way Abigail was walking in the forrest where The darkness, it seem to come alive It was hours ago she left her home The chapel in which the Balck Horsemen saved and raised her soul And now in the darkest night a storm was born And Abigail, she did not 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 came Rain was pulling on her hair To where the is a mansion, A LAIR Lurking in the dark when lightning struck again The mansion showed itself in shilhouette 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 wondered why she was Mummified a lantern in her hand And in the light she say a name: Count De Lay Fey |