[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
The secret of the crypt
A coffin made for a child, wondering who is inside
Oh Abigail, and off comes the lid, the smell of sick
Mummified in front on it's side
A name was cut deep in the lid with a knife and it said, "Abigail"
[Guitar Solo: Andy LaRocque]
[Verse 2]
A silvery necklace was 'round the mummy's neck
It had wings and was sharpened 'round the edge
"What are you doing here?" Henry had come in unseen
Abigail pulled on the necklace and the little mummy's head
Was separated clean from it's tiny neck
Then up, up, up, up into his throat
Twisting and turning it, oh, she couldn't stop
[Bridge]
Brandon Henry was going down in a pool of blood
He was on the ground
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
[Verse 1]
The secret of the crypt
A coffin made for a child, wondering who is inside
Oh Abigail, and off comes the lid, the smell of sick
Mummified in front on it's side
A name was cut deep in the lid with a knife and it said, "Abigail"
[Guitar Solo: Andy LaRocque]
[Verse 2]
A silvery necklace was 'round the mummy's neck
It had wings and was sharpened 'round the edge
"What are you doing here?" Henry had come in unseen
Abigail pulled on the necklace and the little mummy's head
Was separated clean from it's tiny neck
Then up, up, up, up into his throat
Twisting and turning it, oh, she couldn't stop
[Bridge]
Brandon Henry was going down in a pool of blood
He was on the ground
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