Текст песни Funeral

We are gathered here tonight To lay to rest Abigail la 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