Hexenbrand 1486
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Here's to the Devil With his wooden pick and shovel Digging tin by the buschel With his tail cocked up! Mr. Lusk Sor I send you half the Kidne I took from one women prasarved it for you Tother piece I fried and ate It was very nise I may send you the bloody knif that took it out if you only wate a whil longer Catch me when you can Mishter Lusk In the streets of London A monster is wreaking havoc In the protective cloak of the moon He satisfies his lust to kill The fog is his hiding place If you see his shadow, you die The air smells of mold and decay He comes to slaughter the servants of lust The sky is crying bloody tears 1888 The year of the beast Whores were cruelly murdered Ghost of whitechapel Pitiless and cold Ghost of whitechapel He is the craftsman of death Deadly blades dig into your flesh Horrible screams in the night Tortured bodies, dismembered The ritual is complete The death knell is calling your name Evil is in the air The hunt is on A soul will be taken An appiration of horror The desecrator of your soul Ghost of whitechapel Ghost of the night He spreads fear and terror No one knows his name The devil in the black coat Plays a murderous game In the silence of the night Lurks a mortal danger If you are in his sights There will be no escape The merciless beast awaits you The ripper is near Bodies of 5 harlots were found All cut into pieces Ghost of whitechapel The blade of death is sharp Ghost of whitechapel A nightmare written with blood
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Mar 26, 2026
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