London 1888
thousand souls living
a hell on earth
East end was a torment
nobody could escape
anguish, sadness
everywhere...

Hopeless souls
through the dark alleys
wet roads of stone,
there wasn´t who expect
this nightmare unleashed.

who could see him
when the darkness covered all
who could hear you
when he cut your vocals chords.

He... was... there...
Hidden in the Fog.

Waiting in the corners,
full of false love,
a few coins the reward,
to their services.

Hopeless souls
through the dark alleys
wet roads of stone,
there wasn´t who expect
this nightmare unleashed.

5 of them paid,
for these lustful sins,
when they went to the dark
and lifted their skirts
the hands were occupied
and were... defenseless.

He throw off their demons
and their bowels too,
like a lightning
his knife caresses
their necks,
a mysterious
shadow arises,
bringing death
into the English heart.

Hopeless souls
through the dark alleys
wet roads of stone,
there wasn´t who expect
this nightmare unleashed.

A name...
was written with blood,
Jack was the name
and a legend began.