Jack The Ripper
Sextrash
It's full Moon
The wolves cry their songs
It's heard dread screams
The horror as ready
Whores murdered
Their corpses
Greatings to Jack, the ripper
Night's long
And violence continues
The maniac is starving for sex
Has pleasure a killing
His victins shout
And you smile
You want more sex
And you eyes ask for blood
Night's your home
You're not afraid
And your identity
Is your big secret
You don't fear the death
And gate on the bitch flowing blood
Fuck and kill, this is your glory