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When the skies are red

And the moon hides my attempts

The hunt for my new lover can begin

In the streets of Whitechapel

Where the harlots blind your sense

I'll rip the pleasure running through her veins

Floating over your steps

to the alley of the pain

The heat leaving your entrails feeds my thirst

Taste the perfume of the tears

The sweetness of the fear

And kiss the blood that's gushing from her lips

Look at this face as the others you've met

Forgetting the smile of the bringer of death

Now...

The last ray of light still reminds that you're tired

The gleam of a knife steals the blue of your eyes

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

Fear... me...

The sound of the river is calling again

I'll scent the essence that cries out for rest

Now...

The last ray of light still reminds that you're tired

The gleam of a knife steals the blue of your eyes

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

Fear... me!!