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Dark streets are full of cold and heavy fog Nightlife in a slum Is the same as every night Drunkards are drinking from bottomless bottles Few whores on the pavement Shadows are creeping around the brick walls But one is holding A sharp knife in his hand Nothing to hear, only his silent steps In dark and cold nights His freezing breath London side - Whitechapel 1888 London side - Whitechapel 1888 The clerk with his moustache His give-aways The whores keep talking But don't know about the murders Polly's neck cut down in a pool of blood SongtexteShe was found dead Near the stables next morning About a week after the murder all're asleep From her lover home Dark Anny is pacing In the shadow of a lamp Something is moving Frightening her A man in a dark cloak London side - Whitechapel 1888 London side - Whitechapel 1888 Leather Apron The spirit of morning streets Writing from hell Death is lurking Fear all over London Desperation One day; two murders Blood splash on the ground Mary Ann Kelly and Long Liz knew each other They are now dead But madness goes ahead The next was young Ginger Sleeping her life is ended London side - Whitechapel 1888 London side - Whitechapel 1888 Serial killer They called him Jack the Ripper Even today We don't know who he was Only a madman An anathomist or a butcher His identity In time propably lost Nobody knows How many girls he killed Maybe these five Are not his full count But he will stay A legend among murderers Mutilator Jack the Ripper Aus Songtexte Mania