The Ripper

A love so strong, but a heart so cold

Forever did he try to deny

The feelings he knew he had inside

The thirst for blood

Tonight is the night that she dies

She is mine

In his twisted mind

He saw this night as his moment to strike

To bring the blade down across her fucking neck

He had to rid the world of this terrible disease they bring to the streets he roams

The whore must die, it\'ll happen tonight

She must not survive the night

There’s the one

Finally I’ve found her

Now she’s mine to do with as I see fit

As I creep up closer and closer and closer and closer

Now she is mine

Now she is mine

Under the moon and the stars that shine on Whitechapel

I will rid this wretched city of the filth that dwells within its walls

Help, will I ever see the light of day

No one will hear your feeble cries

I can feel the blade pierce my misguided soul

Blood from you, my dark flower, flows like crimson waves

I am lost inside my own mind

Hate fuels my dreams and desires

They won’t make it out alive

The streets will be mine

In this blissful and sweet surrender

She gives her life for his work

And he hacks away at her flesh

Blood falling down to the dirt

It’s a love so strong and fierce

Cutting her ear to ear

The light in her eyes has gone

The ripper is born

The world will witness my work

Displayed on the cobblestone streets

For all eyes to see

For all eyes to see

My work is that of art

They\'ll write about me

They\'ll write tales of pain

Of unending agony