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