The city of London under the veil of night, the alleys, a hotbed of sin. A shadow is moving, thy body frozen wuth fright, my magnum opus shall begin. Hush my darling you're screaming in vain. I'm the master of your fate. How much agony can your body sustain? My legacy I create! Can't you feel my breath on your neck? My gaze is piercing your felsh! A ghastly figure, cloaked in black! They call me the Whitechapel ripper! The cobles of west end are stained again. Another harlot devoured by lust. Collapsed before me, her throat cut in twain. A creature of filth and disgust.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
