The Whitechapel Wolf
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Walking upon the dark ground
of London late at night
and thereโs not a soul there
under the gas lampโs fading light.
Iโm alone into the deep mist
under a blood moon.
I seek the strength to resist
cause evil will come soon.
He's Wicked, and he's heartless
Heโs come to cast his spell.
The killer is in the darkness
and he play the death knell.
I hear in the night a terrible growl.
It's the call of the beast, the Whitechapel wolf.
The ripper has arrived and has his cold blade.
Escape from the dark or it will be too late.
The entity is now so near
I feel it inside my mind
he comes to feed from my fear
and anguish makes me blind.
I hear in the night a terrible growl.
It's the call of the beast, the Whitechapel wolf.
The ripper has arrived and has his cold blade.
Escape from the dark or it will be too late.