The storm was gone, but dark clouds were still around
The perfect setting for things to come, late afternoon
She was still in her 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 the flesh
Rain turning red, blood running for the dead
Again she heard a nameit was louder but the same
Johnathan was fighting his way out of bed
Johnathan "Where's Brandon Henry and why is he late"
Abiagil: "He didn't feel well today
So I sent him back to bed and that's where he'll stay
But I, my dear, will cater to your needs
For you I will be the hand, the hand that feeds"
Abigail obseesed 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 in sugar glace
Making dinner for Johnathan dinner, Abigail was having fun
Would it be a romantic dinner or slaughter of the lam
Would broken glass would be cutting deep, deep into the fleah of a man
Dinner was enjoyed by candlelight
And Johnathan was wearing
Funeral suit, it put him in the right mood
Whatever it took, he would do
He was in lovehe was in love again
He was in lovehe was in love again
But Abigail would soon feed his love away
Feed his love away
"Dinner is Served"