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 name..it 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 lamb 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 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"