I take you now through the Whitechapel murders
A phantom of death, a police force uncertain
From dark until dawn, fear spreads like a plague
Witness five fallen women which nobody saved
A reign of slaughter, in an autumn of terror
From 88 keys come the trial and the error
A time of the wicked and constant whodunnit
Children are victims
Women are bludgeoned
I'll spin you a tale of old Spitalfields
And the blood that did flow after piss-salted tears
A season of murder, a season of pain
Just the beginning of a violent refrain
{Chorus}
The morning's rain down
On nights filled with terror
A new days dawn
With her gone
Forever (Forever)
Let history keep what history holds
You'll never find answers in the hollowed-out souls
Of the ladies who cried both before and then after
For the blood that did flow from the blade of the master
Steal, fight, fu*k, and then watch mercy die
While the angels of {?} street close hide their eyes
There ain't so softness in the starving nudge
Of a motherless child and the fever of grudge
{Chorus}
The morning's rain down
On nights filled with terror
A new days dawn
With her gone
Forever (Forever)
We're many players, can't take you much deeper
So here come's a chap that we'll call the Devil's Keeper
He chats up the ladies
Finds out how things went
The night they were hacked by a murderous gent
Mary Ann Nichols, AKA Polly!
{POLLY}
That's right