(Scene: Inside Annabelle McAlistair’s laboratory. It’s littered with all manner of Victorian era scientific equipment and machinery. Seated in a chair in the center of it all is a machinelike mannequin. Annabelle is [bad word] about the lab in preparation.) 

ANNABELLE: 
Winding all the dials and the wires and the spires and the 
tests for the connections and injections still [bad word] 
Capacitors and meters and the alkali and beakers 
The restating of equations for the phase about [bad word] 
 [bad word] back to me there’s so much we could be  [bad word] back, with voltage i invoke  [bad word] back from empty cracks and berths of black [bad word] to me, i’m summoning the Ghost 

Be my angel, my angel 
Be my angel, rescue me 
be my angel, my angel 
be an angel be with me 
 [bad word]   [bad word] back from bowels of black 
From silent shores to me once more 
Through veils and gates and seas of slate 
To blood wet moors where i await ashore 

Years of all my theories and hypothesis and inquiries 
No gathering cadavers and they kicked me out of school 
All alone with theorems and experiments and endless tests 
Years in labs and numberlands but now i’ve reached the goal 
 [bad word] back so we can have a life at last  [bad word] back, i grab at heaven’s throat  [bad word] back, i beckon, beg and cry and laugh [bad word] to me, i’m summoning the ghost 

Be my angel, my angel 
Be my angel, rescue me 
be my angel, be my angel 
be an angel be 
 [bad word]   [bad word] back from bowels of black 
from silent shores to me once more 
Through veils and gates and seas of slate 
To blood wet moors where i await ashore 

(She sings quietly and tenderly to the mannequin [bad word]  
 [bad word] speak to me  [bad word] speak to me 
All the things we can share and conceive 
if [bad word] speak to me 

I remember you from school 
You were dashing and i so uncool 
You didn't know i was alive until that one night 
we spoke and you kissed me 

But then i was expelled 
You married her as well 
and now you‘ve died, but i can bring you back to life 
and soon you'll speak to me 

(She gradually gets more and more impassioned) 

Be my angel, be my angel 
Be my angel, rescue me 
Be my angel, be my angel 
Be an angel be with me (3x) 
 [bad word] back so we can have a life at last  [bad word] back, i grab at heaven’s throat  [bad word] back, i beckon, beg and cry and laugh [bad word] to me, i’m summoning the ghost 
 [bad word]   [bad word] back from bowels of black 
From silent shores to me once more 
Through veils and gates and seas of slate 
To blood wet moors where i await ashore 

(Annabelle throws the switch)