Whitechapel, you must watch for me

Whitechapel, you must watch for me.

Your streets unlit, they are so dark and dreary.

Those ladies of night go passing by.

I’ve chosen my victim, the one to die.

I Lurk, I follow, I know this place.

I watch this woman, I see her face.

I View this wench as she plies her trade.

I cannot wait to show my blade.

The blood flows freely this gloomy night.

My blade cuts quick, there’ll be no fight.

I’ve Chosen this night.

I’ve staked my claim.

For Jack the Ripper is my name.
 

Whitechapel, you must watch for me.

You all search, who can it be?

I stalk the night and haunt the streets.

I butcher them up like slabs of meat.

I Cut, I Carve, I slice, I Tear.

I scattered their organs everywhere.

The Peelers, they have no idea.

As I terrorise, as I cause this fear.

I’m enjoying this time. I’m enjoying this fame.

For Jack the Ripper is my name.
 

Whitechapel, you must watch for me.

For even blind eyes I make see.

The hunt is on for one more kill.

My blade is sharp, It won’t stand still.

She shakes, she shivers, she knows it’s soon.

As my knives, they glint under light of Moon.

I finish my Work, I’m enjoying this game.

For Jack the Ripper is my Name.
 

Whitechapel, you’ve watched over me.

I’ve enjoyed our time, as we set them free.

Five have gone, I stripped their lives.

I used my skill and all my knives.

It’s time to go, to leave your streets

Your cobbles and alleys, their harlot beats.

You will remember, you will always know.

You will have no idea why I have to go,

But you will remember this, you will know my name.

I’m Jack the Ripper...From Hell I came.
 

John Steward