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 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 take your life

Making you free from sin