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Someone is back to the space and time

Obscured mind from a past life

Subconcious beast in chains

Oh, black moon

Walter Sickert’s portraits

Dark painting secret fate

Or Francis Tumblety hunting wombs

The beast of London is coming soon

Oh, I feel the smell

The smell of Whitechapel streets

In the air burns a spell

The end of century of London!

I need a drink in Ten Bells

One hundred years after the hell

Lost in the east side

Waiting fog where I can hide!...

Wine of souls please exorcise

An upper lesson after I died

Reborn again is just a price

Holy Archangel, cure me in light!

There were more than one out there

Ripping whore and no one cares

One of them have black boocks

Stephenson in demon’s broods

I’m steel so dark inside my mind

The world crush me, killer time!

I take these books about that age

Remembering red chains of rage

Oh, I feel the smell

The smell of Whitechapel streets

In the air burns a spell

The end of century of London!

The London bells got my soul

I’m the one long time ago

Now I know who I was

Back to Earth I feel so lost

Diving in another life

Scars of victms silent cries

Imprinted in dark part of souls

Subconcious slowly grows!

With the cold comes the memories

And ancient lamps shine from my brain

England my haunted home

I belong to your fucking past!

Tell me into the fog

What was my real name

In the old dark streets

The blood ram from London veins

Do you believe in changes?

Sedated rage in redemption

Redemption of a second chance

Don’t look back anymore

Oh, I feel the smell

The smell of Whitechapel streets

In the air burns a spell

The end of century of London!

The London bells got my soul

I’m the one long time ago

Now I know who I was

Back to Earth I feel so lost

Diving in another life

Scars of victms silent cries

Imprinted in dark part of souls

Subconcious slowly grows!