The Ripper Lyrics

In the depths of London's misty nights

A shadow lurks, concealed by moonlight

He's the one they call Jack the Ripper

A phantom, a killer, a gruesome snipper

With a surgeon's hand he dissects their souls

Each victims story silently unfolds

Whitechapel streets his macabre stage

Where mortality's scarce and the fear breeds outrage

He feels no sorry, he feels no shame

Only joy when inflicting pain

Murder's the game of the man with no name

In history remains

The Ripper

Under gaslit skies he prowls the night

A phantom in black, concealed from sight

No mercy shown as they try to fight

His blade carving secrets until first light

The city trembled, fear gripped their hearts

As the Ripper danced, tearing lives apart

Newspapers cried out, headlines full of dread

As the Ripper paints the streets blood red

He feels no sorrow, he feels no shame

Only joy when inflicting pain

Murders the game of the man with no name

In history remains

The Ripper