The storm was gone, but dark clouds still hung around
  The perfect setting for things to come, late afternoon
  She was still in 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 flesh
  Rain turning red, blood running for the dead
  
  Again she heard a name... it was louder, but the same
  
  Jonathan was fighting his way out of bed
  [J:] "Where is Brandon Henry and why is he late?"
  [A:] "He didn't feel very well today
  So I sent him back to bed and there he'll stay
  But I, my dear, will cater to your needs
  For you I will be the hand, the hand that feeds"
  
  Abigail obsessed 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 into sugar glace
  Making dinner for Jonathan, Abigail was having fun
  Would it be romantic dinner or slaughter of the lamb?
  Would broken glass be cutting deep, deep into the flesh of a man?
  
  Dinner was enjoyed by candlelight
  And Jonathan was wearing his
  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"