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Hidden backstreets and alley ways

Something moves through the night

Out of the dark into shadows

Ranging just out of sight

Piercing through deception strikes

Like an arrow through your heart

Slicing and dicing with a knife he will start

With lanterns and mattocks or with clubs in their hands

Searching to find him to protect their land

Lost souls and porpoise thieves, they live in these streets

Rejected by society, denied by defeat

No one will ever miss them or even care if they're gone

Soon the ripper will find them, you know it won't take him long

With lanterns and mattocks or with clubs in their hands

Searching to find him to protect their land

Lurking, searching to find his next prey

Candles in the windows light until the day

Lurking, searching to find his next prey

Candles in the windows light until the day

Praying for answers that no one can find

Hope the ripper will not steal their minds