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Lyrics
Verse 1
Fog rolls heavy down the street,
Footsteps echo, slow and weak.
Gaslight flickers, shadows bend,
London holds its breath again.
Pre-Chorus
A name is carved into the night,
No face, no trace, just fear in sight.
Letters written, truth unclear,
A legend fed by dread and fear.
Chorus
They call him Jack, the Ripper’s rhyme,
A ghost that walked through crooked time.
No one knew his face or sound,
Just whispers bleeding through the town.
A myth in blood, a tale untold,
Cold as steel, as nights of old.
Verse 2
Women praying for the dawn,
Lock the doors, the hope feels gone.
Sirens never come too fast,
Every shadow holds the past.
Bridge
Was he a man or something worse?
A city’s sin, a wicked curse.
History wrote him into fear,
But never let the victims disappear.
Chorus
They call him Jack, the Ripper’s name,
A faceless spark that lit the flame.
No justice sung, no final page,
Just unanswered rage on rage.
A legend born where truth decays,
Lost inside the London haze.
Outro
The streets grew quiet, the killer gone,
But echoes hum where he once walked on.
Remember them, not just the name,
The lives erased, not just the fame.
Details
GeneratedDec 17, 2025
Duration3:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
dark, atmospheric, and symbolic, focused on mystery and fear, not graphic violence or glorification
Credits
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