Let's go!
In 1888,
Slaughter's blast strews in the fog
Darkness rises through the light
Dismember all his rage!
Undergo all this hate!
Lunar calendar...
Mysterious surgeon...
Leather apron...
The massacre of Whitechapel!
[Respirations profondes]
Dear Mary Jane,
Your heart has never been found.
Blood of your body parts flow
From my dream to your nightmare.
Spirit of your being crumbles over my hands.
My shadow is transparent,
The night born into your eyes.
You paid your royalty,
When all fall... I rise!
Your humble servant,
Jack the Ripper.
:: Paroles : Nico ::
