the crypt

the moon is outside but it can't get in

almost dead from his nightly sin

jonathan is deep asleep

a perfect time. to visit the keep

down the hallway to the lair

down down the slippery stairs

abigail is in the crypt

a lantern in her hand

the secret of the crypt

a coffin made for a child

wondering who is inside

oh abigail. and off comes the lid

the smell is sick

mummified in front on its side

a name was cut deep in the lid with a knife

and it said: abigail

a silvery necklace was 'round the mummy's neck

it had wings and was sharpened round the edge

what are you doing here"