“With Maggie so retired, Stepmother will be quite undone, Father will be napping ... he’ll wish he had that son …

Turn of the century, turn of the screw, turn of the tables between me and you …

My hands are red, but I wear a heart so white …

My sweet little sister, what have you done? ... Now I got twice the trouble, got two for one

In the house of Borden, there’s a lock on every door, in every room a prisoner of a long silent war, let us take you back to an August back in 1892 when all hell broke loose in the house of Borden …

Ancestral blood stains a daughter’s ivory hand and splatters o’er the reeking floor …

I went to the cellar and searched behind some sacks, my eyes they never saw it but my hands they found the ax …

I’m so afraid to leave you, sweet little sister, but I’m more

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