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
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