Shadows of the Ripper Lyrics

Silent streets in Northern nights,

Echoes of despair,

Footsteps haunt the darkened paths,

In shadows, there's a snare.

In the heart of Yorkshire's gloom,

A terror stalked the land,

Innocence was stolen cold,

By the devil's hand.

Oh, the night remembers, the cries in the dark,

In the alleys where the Ripper left his mark,

Women fell to silence, their dreams torn apart,

In the shadows of the Ripper, fear found its start.

Wilma McCann in '75,

First to face the blade,

Emily Jackson next in line,

In darkness, fate was laid.

Oh, the night remembers, the cries in the dark,

In the alleys where the Ripper left his mark,

Women fell to silence, their dreams torn apart,

In the shadows of the Ripper, fear found its start.

A hammer's blow, a twisted grin,

The darkness found its prey,

Irene, Vera, Maureen too,

Their light was torn away.

Patricia, Jayne, and Jean Jordan,

All fell beneath his hand,

Each life he took, each soul he broke,

Left scars across the land.

Oh, the night remembers, the cries in the dark,

In the alleys where the Ripper left his mark,

Women fell to silence, their dreams torn apart,

In the shadows of the Ripper, fear found its start.

Josephine and Barbara,

Yet more to meet the end,

Marguerite and Jacqueline,

The pain would never mend.

He wore a mask of normal life,

A man among the crowd,

But beneath the surface, in his mind,

The screams were oh so loud.

Eleven died, so many more,

Survived but scarred for life,

Until the law, in final fight,

Brought a semblance of peace.

Oh, the night remembers, the cries in the dark,

In the alleys where the Ripper left his mark,

Women fell to silence, their dreams torn apart,

In the shadows of the Ripper, fear found its start.

Now his name is etched in dread,

A tale of blood and strife,

In Yorkshire's heart, the shadows spread,

Where darkness claimed its life.