18 was yesterday today she was   A woman in every single way   Abigail was walking in the forrest where   The darkness, it seem to come alive   It was hours ago she left her home   The chapel in which the Balck Horsemen saved and raised her soul   And now in the darkest night a storm was born   And Abigail, she did not she was its prey   In the storm itself a monster came alive   Chasing Abigail, lightning from the sky   Ah then her face turned white   Never did she see the EYE that cried   Raindrops on her head, weeping for the dead, rain....rain...rain   Turning red   Oh no, let me go back to my home, oh no, oh   God he looked away the night the storm came   Rain was pulling on her hair   To where the is a mansion, A LAIR   Lurking in the dark when lightning struck again   The mansion showed itself in shilhouette   Ah rusty iron gates   This is where the little one she waits   Raindrops on her head, weeping for the dead, rain....rain...rain   Turning red   Oh no, let me go back to my home, oh no, oh   Seeing the little one, knowing that she was a ghost   Abigail wondered why she was   Mummified a lantern in her hand   And in the light she say a name: Count De Lay Fey