The True Endless 1888 from Hell 1. Into the Mind's I :Intro: 2. My Main Tormentous Game Dear Boss I keep on hearing the police have caught me But they won't fix me just yet I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about Being on the right track That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits I am down on whores and I shaut quit Ripping them 'till I do get buckled Grand work the last job was I gave the lady no time to squeal How can they catch me now? 3. My Knife Is So Nice and Sharp I love my work and want to start again you will soon hear of me with my funny little games I saved some of the proper red stuff In a ginger beer bottle over the last job To write with but it went thick like glue and I can't use it Red ink is fit enough I hope! Ha ha! Next job I do I shall clip the lady's ears off and send to the police officers just for jally Wouldn't you? Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work Then give it out straight My knife's so nice and sharp, I want to get work right away if I get a chance Good luck Yours truly Jack the Ripper Don't mind me giving the trade name 4. Locusts in My Head :Intro: / The Essence of Me In the name of the great architect I move He is my lord and he protects me My God, my reason of living... He wants me to kill!!! I am the doctor of Satan I live under the sign of the pentagram, Hell is here, with me! Skull and square are my sings! I act under their black wings and bring fear and suspect with me I hide myself through an evil mirror that reflects nothing but my exteriority My madness and cruelty pierce the obscurity of mediocrity No one knows my name, no one knows my face... I play with my victims like the gods with mankind I am the angel of death in this desert century My collection will grow and I'll become the perfect union between man and deity No one can stop me now! Fear my name, don't believe in anyone and prepare for the extreme sacrifice This world will remember me... and I"ll become immortal... 5. London 1888 Five teeth were missing And there was a slight laceration of the tongue There was a bruise Running alone The lower part of the jaw On the right side of the face My knife is my master My blade is my only pleasure I rape your body in the middle of the night I'm only salvation for your fucking and miserable soul That might have been caused by a blow From a fist or pressure from a thumb There was a circular bruise on the left side of the face A great incision by my wonderful knife Inside your body With great violence Deep in your genital part With sadistic passion Die fucking little whore My blade is hungry like a wolf 6. Voices :Intro: / From Hell (Instrumental) :Outro: 7. The Law of the Blade When I walk through the streets The night comes down and the fog covers the city I choose my victims to satisfy my perversions When I slash with my knife immediately the heartbeat stops Because the game is over I'll be punisher I'll be the light... in this obscure era For only a pleasant and bloody game... It could be insane but I love my work it's a job of extreme precision of perversion and lucidity and perfection Through violence it's found guilty When I return in the shadows the police is in the dark It's my black victory Death around me... people are scared Police in anxiety... That will be my playground forever... Forever... 8. Psychomegalomania :Intro: / Eight Little Whores Eight little whores, with no hope of Heaven Gladstone may save one, then there would be seven Seven little whores, begin for a shilling One stays in Henage Court, then there's a killing Six little whores, glad to be alive One slides up to Jack, then there are five Four and whore, rhyme aright So do three and me I'll set the town alight Here there are two Two little whores, shivering with fright Seek a cozy door way in the middle of the night Jack's knife flashes, then there's but one And the last one's the ripest for Jack's idea of fun Jack's knife flashes, then there's but one And the last one's the ripest for Jack's idea of fun