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



[Solo: Andy]



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"



[Solo: Mike]



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



[Outro solos: Andy]



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"