Vārdi: Iced Earth. Melancholy. The Ripper.

You're in for surprise
You're in for a shock
In London town streets
When there's darkness and fire

When you least expect me
And you turn your back
I'll attack

I smile when I'm sneaking
Through shadows by the wall
I laugh when I'm creeping
But you won't hear me at all

All hear my warning
Never turn your back
On the ripper

You'll soon shake with fear
Never knowing if I'm near
I'm sly and I'm shameless
Nocturnal and nameless
Except for 'The Ripper'
Or if you like 'Jack the knife'

In your back alley street
Is where we'll probably meet
Underneath a gas lamp
Where the air is cold and damp

I'm a nasty surprise
I'm a devil in disguise
I'm a footstep at night
I'm a scream of the sight

All hear my warning
Never turn your back
On the ripper, the ripper, ripper