The Whitechapel Murderer

The alleys lie silent and calm
Dusk is beginning to fall
Dense is the fog in the air
It's here I'm searching my prey

I'm from hell
I'll come for you

You're unaware of my presence
As I'm lurking behind
I am the shadow you fear
I am the steps closing in

This fateful evening
Blood will be shed
My knife is sharp
And so is my mind

I cut you up
Washing away all your filth
I'll take your life
Making you free from sin

The bells are chiming for you
Cause this is your final day
Roaming the alleys at night
These streets belong to me

The Whitechapel murderer I'm called
Who'll be my next sacrifice?
Am I a savior or a pig?
Are you the ones to decide?

This fateful evening
Blood will be shed
I'll be a legend
As I take your life

I cut you up
Washing away all your filth
I'll take your life
Making you free from sin

Below the skin of history are London's veins
These symbols, the mitre, the pentacle star
Even someone as ignorant and degenerate as you can sense that they course with energy and meaning
I am that meaning, I am that energy
One day, men will look back and say that I gave birth to the twentieth century

The alleys lie silent and calm
Dusk is beginning to fall
Dense is the fog in the air
It's here I'm searching my prey

I cut you up
Washing away all your filth
I'll take your life
Making you free from sin
From sin