Manilla Road - Whitechapel Lyrics
Tonight's the nightI long to strikeThe time is rightRipperOutside the lawI taunt them onMy blade is drawnRipperIt's the blood before my eyesBringing newborn lifeTo this tortured mindI thrive and feed on fearCome closer now my dearYour Uncle Jack is hereThe hunt is onI'll R.I.P. them allSweet carrionRipperWhitechapel's lightsGleam off my knifeIt's time to dieRipperNightmare of slaughterCome to the daughtersWho sell their waresSadistic visionsBloody incisionsOn bodies baredInside the chapelUnholy chapelThe blood will flowStreets stained in crimsonWith blood of womenWhose souls I stoleNo place to hideThat I won't findI rule the nightRipperI've no remorseRipping your corpseYou filthy whoreRipperOh, can't you see that I'm obsessedIt's like I've been posessedI'll lay your soul to rest this nightWith my knifeI've turned these streets to hellThe Demon's come to dwellTolling Death's Bell in Whitechapel,Whitechapel, playground of The BeastMy friends just call me JackInside the London fogI stalk and slash my preyI come to disembowelAnd send you to your graveSinful souls shall perishIn the dead of nightRipping of the fleshLeft breast removed by knifeI have comeThe Beast of loreTo kill againNow as beforeOne hundred yearsHave now gone byAnd once againIt's ripping timeYour Uncle Jack is bac
