Paroles de Jack Is Back

To late to weep and Late to lament This night has cut off Another thread Far streets of london Kiev's the same Are filled with 19-th Century flame Jack is back with his interpritation of pain Jack is back in you and other butchers insane That is you who hold a knife in the rain Brings you fame this good-old evil they blame You stand above her Tormented body dead Does not allow you to breath All pleasure that you get Every weak society Bears us a beast Men's moral emptiness Multiplying sins Violence - predicted sign of decadence Nasty bloody hand erects the mankind's monument This world is fed up with Violence - predicted sign of decadence Nasty bloody hand erects the mankind's monument