Terror
"Some Day People will say I gave Birth to the 20th Century"
A Shadow flees from Broadmoor
Sadistic Lunatic of the Night
The Curse of Whitechapel is coming
This Town will bathe in Blood tonight
The Night has glowing Eyes
The Stare of the unseen Evil
Lurking in the Darkness
Bringing ghoulish Upheaval
Hasty Steps on Cobblestone
The dank Fog chills your icy Bones
Run into my cold Embrace
The Gas Lamps won't reveal my Face
Unlit Labyrinths of Alleys and Courts
My Home, my place of Crime
Victim's Blood spiderwebs across Town
You're running out of Time
"My Knife is so nice and sharp"
Your Names immortalized by my Hands
I slash your Throats from left to right
Deeds too abominable to talk about
All become far too real in this Night
I find my Pleasure in the Horrors of Death
My crimson Blade reflects your trembling Fear
I love to feel Life crumbling in my Hands
Whenever it is Dark I will be near
Your Faint Screams slowly drown in Blood
The crimson Stains, the Pride on my Cape
Feel my cold Instruments of Hell
As you realise there is no Escape
No one can stop my abysmal Deeds
Violently unfolding in the Alleyways
Neither Crosses nor foolish Prayer Beads
Can stop my nocturnal Blood Spray
Surgical Instruments in my Hands
The Rush of Blood takes me high
I perform with utter Precision
I laugh while you squeal and die
With Glee I stab and stab again
Hacking through Organs and Nerves
Your Body's disposed in a Lane
And your Innards I preserve
"Catch me when you can"
I hate what you portray
I am ending your Disgrace
I cure East End's Decay
For I am the Terror without Face
A Shadow flees from Broadmoor
Sadistic Lunatic of the Night
The Curse of Whitechapel is coming
This Town will bathe in Blood tonight
The Night has glowing Eyes
The Stare of the unseen Evil
Lurking in the Darkness
Bringing ghoulish Upheaval
Hasty Steps on Cobblestone
The dank Fog chills your icy Bones
Run into my cold Embrace
The Gas Lamps won't reveal my Face
Unlit Labyrinths of Alleys and Courts
My Home, my place of Crime
Victim's Blood spiderwebs across Town
You're running out of Time
"My Knife is so nice and sharp"
Your Names immortalized by my Hands
I slash your Throats from left to right
Deeds too abominable to talk about
All become far too real in this Night
I find my Pleasure in the Horrors of Death
My crimson Blade reflects your trembling Fear
I love to feel Life crumbling in my Hands
Whenever it is Dark I will be near
Your Faint Screams slowly drown in Blood
The crimson Stains, the Pride on my Cape
Feel my cold Instruments of Hell
As you realise there is no Escape
No one can stop my abysmal Deeds
Violently unfolding in the Alleyways
Neither Crosses nor foolish Prayer Beads
Can stop my nocturnal Blood Spray
Surgical Instruments in my Hands
The Rush of Blood takes me high
I perform with utter Precision
I laugh while you squeal and die
With Glee I stab and stab again
Hacking through Organs and Nerves
Your Body's disposed in a Lane
And your Innards I preserve
"Catch me when you can"
I hate what you portray
I am ending your Disgrace
I cure East End's Decay
For I am the Terror without Face
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Dinos Jr. Peppos
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