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Abigail's voice on the chill wind doth call
Drawing me on, to the Old House I go
Tell now of the dark haunts you know
And the witch's secrets to me show

Sheltered inside from the light of the sun
Follow a ghost to the vault down below
Secrets so dark - in this coffin lies one -
All my instincts now tell me to run

What are these chains that are binding my arms?
(Oh, why did you lead me astray?)
Confess of my sins and I'll come to no harm
(I feel my mind slipping away)

You who are rich and whose troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price the death of a witch who is gone
When you're chained in the dark all alone?

Spare me my life, only name your reward!
(Part of me dies with each brick you lay)
Bring back some light in the name of the Lord,
(I feel my life slipping away).

© 1994 Lucidscreamer