Jack The Ripper

Hidden amongst the darkest shadows

The ladies of Whitechapel

Mist surrounds cobble stone paths

The ripper is well disguised

Panting like a hungry dog

Eyes peeled open wide

Razor sharp instruments preparing for attack

Beware ladies of the night

Your life is within his hands

Insert a scalpel into your abdomen

Perform a living autopsy

Disembowelment and butchery

Killing on the brain

Lunatic of the night awaits for his victim

Dwelling for the taste of blood

Act of the macabre

Internal organs he will feast upon

Sluts and harlots of the night

Now your gonna die

Lurking with a demented mind

Is your answer to death

Anni Chapman you tempted fate

He waits in mist for you

To slice your throat and remove your breasts

Lays you down to die

Unconvicted maniac he fled into the night

Sluts and harlots of the night

Now your gonna die

Insert a scalpel into your abdomen

And perform a living autopsy