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Through London’s fog I stalk her streets

Extermination’s what I seek

To cure this disease that plagues our land

I must make use of my skilled hand

They call me Jack--it's not my name

A for a journalists' game

There’s many pretenders to my throne

But none of them rend flesh and bone

Lilith and Mary, Jezebel and Eve

Gave birth to this plague and planted their seed

From hell I bring a message to the blind

From hell I will free all mankind

Through the fog and through the night

Bathed by the stars and Luna’s light

Through the fog and through the mist

Bathed in their lives I can’t resist

The crushers are always haunting me

I’ll save them all, and then they’ll see

They won’t catch me, but I’ll tell you this:

I remove only those that nobody will miss!

Through London’s fog I stalk her streets

Extermination’s what I seek

To cure this disease that plagues our land

I must make use of my skilled hand

They call me the Ripper, the reaper, the lord

Of bodies and souls and organs reborn

These fools, they don’t know what is at stake

A treasure, a token I have to take

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