Jack Is His Name Pt. 1

                 "August 2, 1888"
From the deepest of deep and the blackest of black
It awakened from long sleep, this demon named Jack.
Set free from the marsh land it drifted across the Moors
To take haven within man and hunt down "East End" whores!
A specter of possession, this phantom night shall unravel 
Oh God upon high why does thou turn away from Whitechaple?
--Titanium splashes, they glitter throughout our dreams
and on the edge of a scalpel which carves unholy scenes.
--The night unleashes terror as death calls the game
an evil stalks the darkness and Jack is its' name! 


                 "August 7, 1888"
A possession consummated, this man of surgical technique
A possession of madness, oh the atrocities he shall wreak.
3 times 13 is 39... Jack's occult formula... so sweet
So the first point of the pentagram is absolute and complete.
39 is the number of times Martha Tabram gets the knife
After 39 hideous times, Jack has taken the first life.
--Titanium splashes, they glitter throughout our dreams
and on the edge of a scalpel which carves unholy scenes.
--The night unleashes terror as death calls the game
an evil stalks the darkness and Jack is his name!


                 "August 31, 1888'   
The bells of Big Ben echoes the night with our terror in tow
As a shadow within the fog stalks a street called, Bucks Row.
With a slash of his scalpel the second street walker is slain
Then the mutilation there after... Mary Nichols was her name.
Away through the fog past the police and cowering cess
But where does he disappear to?  'Tis anyone's guess.
--Titanium splashes, they glitter throughout our dreams
and on the edge of a scalpel which carves unholy scenes.
--The night unleashes terror as death calls the game
an evil stalks the darkness and Jack is his name!


                  "September 8, 1888"
With boot soles of rubber he moves about like the silence
Past the ears of protection, to commit acts of violence.
To Annie Chapman's place went the dark lord of death
With fire in his eyes, a knife and Satan's hot breath.
And while the rest of London sleeps safe in their beds
Ol' Jack's hard at work ripping poor Annie to shreds!
--Titanium splashes, they glitter throughout our dreams
and on the edge of a scalpel which carves unholy scenes.
--The night unleashes terror as death calls the game
an evil stalks the darkness and Jack is his name!