This song is about Jack the Ripper
The Ripper, Jack the Ripper
In the foggy streets of old Whitechapel town
A shadow lurks, ready to bring you down
Jack the Ripper, a name etched in fear
A butcher in the night, his victims near
Jack the Ripper
In the foggy streets of old Whitechapel town
A shadow lurks, ready to bring you down
Jack the Ripper, a name etched in fear
A butcher in the night, his victims near
Silent steps, cloak and knife
Ending dreams, taking life
His presence haunts the midnight air
A specter of death, beyond compare
Ladies of the night, their fate unknown
Caught in the web of a killer′s throne
Blood on the cobblestones, a grisly sight
Jack the Ripper, hidden by the night
Police chase shadows, clues run dry
In the darkness, he slips by
A mystery deep, a secret kept
As Whitechapel mourns, and London wept
Letters taunt, in crimson ink
From Hell he writes, pushing to the brink
A mind so twisted, a heart of stone
Jack the Ripper, forever alone
Victims' screams, a symphony of dread
In his wake, the streets run red
A monster hiding in plain sight
Disappearing with the morning light
Surgical precision, a butcher′s skill
Leaving bodies cold, lifeless and still
The Ripper's legacy, a tale of woe
In the foggy streets, where shadows grow
Investigations stall, suspects abound
But Jack the Ripper remains unbound
A ghost in the mist, a phantom's grace
Forever eluding, leaving no trace
Historians ponder, suspects abound
But Jack the Ripper remains unbound
A ghost in the mist, a phantom′s grace
Forever eluding, leaving no trace
Historians ponder, theories unfold
But the truth of Jack remains untold
Did he vanish, or did he die?
Questions linger, beneath the sky
The fear he spread, still lingers on
In the annals of crime, he′s never gone
Jack the Ripper, a legend dark
Leaving London with an eternal mark
In the annals of terror, his name persists
A shadowy figure, in the fog and mists
The Ripper's tale, a chilling rhyme
A ghostly whisper
In the annals of terror, his name persists
A shadowy figure, in the fog and mists
The Ripper′s tale, a chilling rhyme
A ghostly whisper, through the sands of time
Jack the Ripper, a name of fright
A phantom haunting the darkest night
In Whitechapel's alleys, his spirit roams
In the silent streets, he finds his home
A scalpel in hand, a madman′s delight
As he stalks his prey in the dead of night
Screams of terror, his twisted symphony
As he carves his victims with such brutality
Blood on his hands, a devil's grin
As he revels in the carnage within
No mercy, no pity, just pure savagery
Jack the Ripper, the epitome of depravity
Blood on his hands, a devil′s grin
As he revels in the carnage within
No mercy, no pity, just pure savagery
Jack the Ripper, the epitome of depravity
Organs spilled, entrails exposed
As the Ripper's madness only grows
A trail of death, a trail of tears
As he feeds on the world's darkest fears
Each victim, a canvas for his twisted art
As he tears them apart
Each victim, a canvas for his twisted art
As he tears them apart, piece by bloody part
No one is safe, no one can hide
From the terror that Jack brings, from deep inside
A game of cat and mouse, he plays with the law
As they struggle to catch him, in vain, they claw
For Jack is always one step ahead
A mastermind of terror, with a twisted thread
His legacy, a reign of terror and dread
As he continues to haunt, long after he′s dead
Jack the Ripper, a name that will never die
A dark enigma, that will forever make us cry
So beware, all who walk these streets
For Jack the Ripper, you may one day meet
A monster in human form, with a heart of black
Leaving behind a trail of blood and a vicious attack
His legacy, a reminder of the evil that lurks
In the shadows, where he still smirks
Jack the Ripper, a name that will live on
In the darkest depths, long after we′re gone
Long after we're gone
Jack the Ripper
Organs spilled, entrails exposed
As the Ripper′s madness only grows
A trail of death, a trail of tears
As he feeds on the world's darkest fears
Organs spilled, entrails exposed
As the Ripper′s madness only grows
A trail of death, a trail of tears
As he feeds on the world's darkest fears
Each victim, a canvas for his twisted art
As he tears them apart, piece by bloody part
No one is safe, no one can hide
From the terror that Jack brings, from deep inside
