The inquisition will take her to the hill. Ready for the kill, giving God His will. Everybody's there, none of them will care. Not a single prayer. . Burn in the night.
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.
I open my eyes...I can barely see. I got a feeling inside. No one's here but me, no one's here but me...Ohhh. . I'm stone cold...I must be lying on a floor.
Sitting in the cellar, watching all the others. . It was only yesterday, needles in my skin. THEY turned my last remains into this Puppet thing. . Blood to walk, blood to see.
I need light, I need light. To find my way around this house. I'm turning on the chandelier. Nice bright light for me to see. . Little footsteps coming from the hallway.
So, there they stood at the top of the stairs. Miriam in the mood, Jonathan was scared. Gazing into the dark, Jonathan saw the star. For a second he turned his back.
So there they stood at the top of the stairs. Miriam in the mood, Jonathan was scared. Gazing into the dark, Jonathan saw the star. For a second he turned his back.
I have been in here for way too long. And as I walk the halls at night. I see the other inmates hiding from my eyes. . This is for the mentally ill. For those who have lost the will.
There he was that little man, sitting by the altar... black devil. Carved in stone so dark and could... black devil. Help me, help me, cause I don't know what's going on.
Walking in the garden, picking flowers in the sun. Madeleine is on her own. She can't see any of the other nuns. Is she blind or is it her mind. . What's going on, what's going on behind these walls?.
Missy I miss you so, oh, little sister. I wish you'd come back to me and sit by my side. We'd laugh and we'd play again, if only you'll try. You know they would show the way from the other side.
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.
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.
The LOA house and the old voodoo burial ground. Are still standing in all their glory. The Lafayette's left the hospital and Louisiana. And went to, I don't care.
Oh Abigail, I know you're in control of her brain, Abigail. And I know that you're the one who's speaking through her, Abigail. . Miriam, well, can you hear me?.
Oh Abigail, I know you're in control of her brain, Abigail. And I know that you're the one who's speaking through her, Abigail. . Miriam, well, can you hear me?.
It must be summer the sky is clear. The garden is so beautiful. All the flowers and all the trees. Make Me feel like they're inside of Me. I'm holding My sister's hand.
In the Loa mansion the Lafayette are meeting. There is a crisis they must resolve. Twice since they moved into this house. The voodoo drums have spoken at night.
Riding up the alley in the rain. No lights to show the way. How could this ever be their home?. Through the darkness you could only see. A giant shadow which was to be.
Riding up the alley in the rain. No lights to show the way. How could this ever be their home. Through the darkness You could only see. A giant shadow which was to be.