Through London's fog I stalk her streets Extermination's what I seek To cure this disease that plagues our land I must make use of my skilled hand
They call me Jack--it's not my name A nom de plume for a journalists' game There's many pretenders to my throne But none of them rend flesh and bone
Lilith and Mary, Jezebel and Eve Gave birth to this plague and planted their seed From hell I bring a message to the blind From hell I will free all mankind
Through the fog and through the night Bathed by the stars and Luna's light Through the fog and through the mist Bathed in their lives I can't resist
The crushers are always haunting me I'll save them all, and then they'll see They won't catch me, but I'll tell you this: I remove only those that nobody will miss!
Through London's fog I stalk her streets Extermination's what I seek To cure this disease that plagues our land I must make use of my skilled hand
They call me the Ripper, the reaper, the lord Of bodies and souls and organs reborn These fools, they don't know what is at stake A treasure, a token I have to takeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
