Manilla Road - Whitechapel

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Tonight s the night
I long to strike
The time is right
Ripper

Outside the law
I taunt them on
My blade is drawn
Ripper

It s the blood before my eyes
Bringing newborn life
To this tortured mind

I thrive and feed on fear
Come closer now my dear
Your Uncle Jack is here

The hunt is on
I ll R.I.P. them all
Sweet carrion
Ripper

Whitechapel s lights
Gleam off my knife
It s time to die
Ripper

Nightmare of slaughter
Come to the daughters
Who sell their wares

Sadistic visions
Bloody incisions
On bodies bared

Inside the chapel
Unholy chapel
The blood will flow

Streets stained in crimson
With blood of women
Whose souls I stole

No place to hide
That I won t find
I rule the night
Ripper

I ve no remorse
Ripping your corpse
You filthy whore
Ripper

Oh, can t you see that I m obsessed
It s like I ve been posessed
I ll lay your soul to rest this night
With my knife

I ve turned these streets to hell
The Demon s come to dwell
Tolling Death s Bell in Whitechapel,
Whitechapel, playground of The Beast

My friends just call me Jack

Inside the London fog
I stalk and slash my prey
I come to disembowel
And send you to your grave

Sinful souls shall perish
In the dead of night
Ripping of the flesh
Left breast removed by knife

I have come
The Beast of lore
To kill again
Now as before

One hundred years
Have now gone by
And once again
It s ripping time

Your Uncle Jack is back
Tonight, I strike

My scalpel sharp
Cuts to the heart
I love to carve
Ripper

Fit for The Beast
A royal feast
Of women s screams
Ripper

It s the blood before my eyes
Bringing newborn life
To this tortured mind

I thrive and feed on fear
Come closer now my dear
Your Uncle Jack is here

Inne utwory

  • Black cauldron
  • The ninth wave
  • Mystification
  • War of the gods
  • The prophecy
  • Dragon star
  • Dreams of eschaton
  • Open the gates
  • Divine victim
  • Friction in mass
  • Dementia
  • Spirits of the dead
  • From beyond
  • Shadow
  • Prologue
  • Children of the night
  • Megalodon
  • The riddle master
  • Losowe utwory

    Cała Prawda

    Miuosh:

    Mam Amstaff a co sapie, mam fanki co sapią,/mam tak ciężkie kiety, że aż szyję mi drapią.../Tak naprawdę mam czarnego kundla co cienkoszczeka, / i dziewczyne z którą cienko mam gdy za długo na mnie czeka,/ Mam furę na felach które są tak pierdolne, / że mogłyby stworzyć własną subkulturę!...

    Vedeta mea

    Ei te stiu asa
    tu esti vedeta si lumea te vrea
    ei te vor asa
    tu esti vedeta si lumea e-a ta


    Vedeta mea
    esti vedeta mea x3

    Vedeta meaaaaa

    Ei te stiu asa
    tu esti vedeta si lumea te vrea
    nu poti renunta
    alegerea ai facut-o
    esti vedeta ..esti vedeta mea
    ...

    In the morning

    In the morning you’ll be alright
    In the morning the sun’s gonna shine
    In the morning no clouds in the sky
    When it’s dark in your light just wait for the
    daylight

    Someone tell me what’s wrong
    Why my nights last so long
    It’s gettin’ hard to believe
    You...

    Breathe Slow

    I m running out of patients
    cos i can t believe what the hell
    I m hearing
    And speaking of hell
    it don t compare to this heat
    that I am feeling

    I love you too much
    it shows
    all my emotions go
    out of control oh whoa whoa
    good for you bad for me
    when I can hardly see
    from...

    Street fighting man

    Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
    Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
    Tell me what can a poor boy do
    Cept for sing for a rock n roll band
    ...