The Whitechapel Murderer -

During the night of London Town streets

Fear of a demon that human flesh eats

With lust in his heart and thick leather gloves

He choose all the harlots that he truly loves

Throats were cut prior abdominal mutilations

Now they are Dr Ripper’s gut patients

Shine from a blade in the dark gloomy alley

Canonical five will be his grand finale

Cultrum in gutture tuo aperit

The Whitechapel murderer

Sharpen the blade

The Whitechapel murderer

Before the shadows fade

The Whitechapel murderer

He will create

The Whitechapel murderer

Organs on a plate

During the night of London Town streets

Fear of a demon that human flesh eats

Black horse and black cab moves fast over cobble

Jack in black cape is being a noble

Inviting them in with roses and brandy

His toolbox of knives will soon come in handy

They were all put to sleep so he could perform

The World would soon see his morbid art form

Cultrum in gutture tuo aperit

The Whitechapel murderer

Sharpen the blade

The Whitechapel murderer

Before the shadows fade

The Whitechapel murderer

He will create

The Whitechapel murderer

Organs on a plate