The Whitechapel Murderer

The alleys lie silent and calm Dusk is beginning to fall Dense is the fog in the air It's here I'm searching my prey I'm from hell I'll come for you You're unaware of my presence As I'm lurking behind I am the shadow you fear I am the steps closing in This fateful evening, blood will be shed My knife is sharp and so is my mind I cut you up Washing away all your filth I take your life Making you free from sin The bells are chiming for you Cause this is your final day Roaming the alleys at night These streets belong to me The Whitechapel murderer I'm called Who'll be my next sacrifice? Am I a savior or a pig Are you the ones to decide? This fateful evening Blood will be shed I'll be a legend As I take your life I cut you up Washing away all your filth I take your life Making you free from sin