"We are gathered here tonight,
To lay to rest Abigail Le'Fey,
Whom we now know was first born dead
On the seventh day of July, 1777.
Abigail must be nailed to her coffin with seven silver spikes,
One through each arm, hand, and knee,
And let the last of the seven be drawn through her mouth
So that she may never arise and cause evil again.
Who will be the first?"
"I, O'Brian of the Black Horsemen...."
Il tuo voto:
"That must be it!"
Through the summer rain of 1845
The coach had finally arrived.
To the valley where the crossroads meet below,
And where all darkness seems to grow.
People blame it on the Hill....
The hill where no one dares to go....
The Mansion...where no one dares to go.
The coach had stopped, and from the window you could see
Seven horsemen in the night.
Miriam Natias and Jonathan la Fey
Saw the magic in their eyes.
They were in for a surprise....
The darkness would soon be complete.
A horseman came forth from the dark....
"We know you've come to inherit what's yours...The Mansion.
Take our advise and go back on this night.
If you refuse 18 will become 9...Oh No!"
Oh 18 is 9!
Jonathan laughed and said, "Get out of my way.
I don't believe a word you say."
The seven horsemen disappeared into the night.
"Someday you'll need our help, my friend...."
I think poor Jonathan was scared....
18 is actually 9...It stuck in his mind....
Il tuo voto:
Nobody's inside the church, but the bell is ringing.
For no reason, the flowers are dying.
Oh, deadly Omens!
Oh, deadly Omens!
Inside the mansion, the air is unbearable -- a rotten smell.
In the dining room, the table is set for three.
Oh, deadly Omens!
Oh, deadly Omens!
"Miriam, come here and see what I've found. It's moving!
An empty cradle swaying in the air!
I did not bring it in here! Did you?!"
"No, no, no!"
Oh, deadly Omens!
Oh, deadly Omens
Il tuo voto:
On the very next morning
When the mist was eaten away by the sun
Miriam grew hour by hour and
Jonathan he cried
He knew the ghost had been telling the truth
So this was 9
The pregnancy would not last overnight

Oh she started singing
A lullaby, rocking the cradle again
And then she said
I'm having Your baby my love...love
But it wasn't love, Oh no
She was possessed...and he knew

I will get what is rightfully mine

Speaking with different tongues
Miriam was eaten alive from inside
Again she said
I'm having Your baby my love...love
But it wasn't love, Oh no
She was possessed...possessed
Il tuo voto:
"Abigail! I know you're in control of her brain, Abigail!
And I know that you're the one that's speaking through her,
Abigail!
Miriam, can you hear me??"
"I am alive inside your wife.
Miriam's dead. I am her head...."
"Abigail! Don't you think I know what you've done, Abigail?!
I'll get a priest! He will know how to get her soul back!"
"Oh, Jonathan! This is Miriam!
Our time is out!
Remember the stairs! It's the only way!"
"Abigail! Nothing I can do but give in, Abigail...."
"Jonathan, I agree.... Yes I do...."
"I am alive inside your wife.
Miriam's dead. I am her head....
Soon I'll be free!!!"
Il tuo voto:
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