Hidden backstreets and alley ways Something moves through the night Out of the dark into shadows Ranging just out of sight Piercing through deception strikes Like an arrow through your heart Slicing and dicing with a knife he will start
With lanterns and mattocks or with clubs in their hands Searching to find him to protect their land
Lost souls and porpoise thieves, they live in these streets Rejected by society, denied by defeat No one will ever miss them or even care if they're gone Soon the ripper will find them, you know it won't take him long
With lanterns and mattocks or with clubs in their hands Searching to find him to protect their land Lurking, searching to find his next prey Candles in the windows light until the day
Lurking, searching to find his next prey Candles in the windows light until the day Praying for answers that no one can find Hope the ripper will not steal their mindsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
