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To late to weep and Late to lament This night has cut off Another thread Far streets of London Kiev's the same Are filled with 19-th Century flame Jack is back With his interpritation of pain Jack is back In you and other butchers insane That is you Who hold a knife in the rain Brings you fame This good-old evil they blame You stand above her Tormented body dead Does not allow you to breath All pleasure that you get Every weak society Bears us a beast Men's moral emptiness Multiplying sins Violence - predicted sign of decadence Nasty bloody hand erects the mankind's monument This world is fed up with Violence - predicted sign of decadence Nasty bloody hand erects the mankind's monument Aus Songtexte Mania