"Wake up, Abigail!"
Midday, Henry was at her door
The Count would not rise
'Till 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 are 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 nighttime 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, right to produce a 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 killed the candlelight
What was [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
And then it was over before it began
He was done, oh, what a man!

The only time he would call her mine...