Intro (growled / whispered)
Steel in the fog.
Faith turns to rot.
The city watches —
but it says nothing.
Verse 1
Fog crawls low like a dying god,
Streets choke thick with sin and smog.
Church bells rust in shattered time,
Every prayer cuts like a crime.
Eyes are nailed to boarded doors,
Hope bleeds out on cobblestone floors.
No footsteps — yet you know he’s near,
Fear has learned to breathe your fear.
Pre-Chorus
The night remembers every scream,
Carves its truth in broken dreams.
No face. No name. No final sound.
Just hunger stalking holy ground.
Chorus (slow, crushing)
WHITECHAPEL BREATHES — AND IT KNOWS YOUR NAME
THE DARK WEARS SKIN — THE FEAR REMAINS
NO GRAVE — NO END — NO FUCKING PEACE
THE LEGEND LIVES
WHEN THE LIGHT DECEASES
Verse 2
Ink-stained lies and trembling hands,
Truth rots slow in Scotland Yard plans.
Letters whisper through clenched teeth,
A laughing ghost beneath the sheets.
Was he man or was he plague?
A mirror held to human rage.
Cut from rumor, fed by dread,
A crown of silence on his head.
Bridge (breakdown / spoken-growl)
He is not flesh.
He is not steel.
He is the thing
YOU FEEL
when the lock clicks too late.
Born in panic.
Raised by myth.
Immortal —
because fear never dies.
Chorus (faster, more violent)
WHITECHAPEL BREATHES — THE NIGHT OBEYS
A CITY KNEELS IN GASLIGHT PRAYERS
NO JUSTICE SUNG — NO FINAL SCENE
ONLY THE SCREAMS
BETWEEN THE SCREAMS
Outro (doom, dragging)
The killer faded into smoke.
The fear stayed carved into bone.
Say his name — the darkness stirs.
Not a man.
A wound.
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