"Wake up Abigail", midday, Henry was at her door
  The Count would not rise 'til the afternoon and lunch was for two
  So they talked about Miriam and then Abigail said:
  "What about Little One?"
  Henry froze: "Oh, you mean our ghost?"
  
  "Downstairs on the lowest floor
  That's where you will find THE DOOR
  Beyond which there ware slippery stairs
  Leading down to the crypt
  
  And Little One sleeps there during the day
  But at night she'll rise, searching for her Mom
  Don't you ever go there at night, it's a sinister place
  There's so much pain, so much death, so much nothingness"
  
  When night time came on the second day and dinner it was done
  Jonathan's headache it was gone
  "Miriam please take my hand", then his mood really changed
  "Time is right to produce an heir"
  
  Playing along with his eerie game she followed him up the stairs
  Up to a room where love they would share
  To a room that smelled as if Miriam was still in there
  
  Jonathan was a hideous sight
  So Abigail she hilled the candlelight
  What was to come, should have never been done
  She was blocking her mind from his awful thing
  In her mind his moaning became
  Nothing but falling on slippery stairs
  Falling and crying, crawling and dying
  At the end of the stairs
  
  Her eyes turned black in disgust
  Hating him more with every thrust
  And then it was over before it begun
  He was done... oh what a man
  
  The only time he would call her MINE