Testo di Jack The Ripper

It's full Moon The wolves cry their songs It's heard dread screams The horror as ready Whores murdered Their corpses Greatings to Jack, the ripper Night's long And violence continues The maniac is starving for sex Has pleasure a killing His victins shout And you smile You want more sex And you eyes ask for blood Night's your home You're not afraid And your identity Is your big secret You don't fear the death And gate on the bitch flowing blood Fuck and kill, this is your glory