Welcome to the domains of Whitechapel
Where death hovers in the air
To satisfy his highest wishes
As in the last century

Bring back that asleep instinct
With that weird satisfaction to kill
Promising pleasure and lust for his victims
Deceiving them to consummate his sodomy

In his luxurious chariot
With wine, cheese and grapes
Seducing the whores
That would innocently embark to death

With all his surgical precision
Tearing away, piece by piece, the organs
Still listening to the screams of his victims
Until he consummates all his fantasies

Bring back that asleep instinct
With that weird satisfaction to kill
Promising pleasure and lust for his victims
Deceiving them to consummate his sodomy

Come back messenger of death, no one knows who you are
But everyone knows what you did
Come forth from Whitechapel domains
And reincarnate in this world

Welcome to the domains of Whitechapel
Where death hovers in the air
To satisfy his highest wishes
As in the last century

Bring back that asleep instinct
With that weird satisfaction to kill
Promising pleasure and lust for his victims
Deceiving them to consummate his sodomy

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