John The Tiger کے بول

Evil venom creeping through his veins Blackened shadow cast of the insane Like a devil that stands out before you Hiding plainly in sight Rabid killer that cares not of mercy Slipping through the night Walks with a murder in his stride And a hell within his mind Moving through London like the dead White Chapel streets run red John the Tiger With the devil at his side John the Tiger Twisted figure slipping through the fog Lusting specter, hunting rabid dog Like a shadow that's cast in the darkness Hiding plainly in sight Demon madman that cares not of mercy Slipping through the night Walks with a murder in his stride And a hell within his mind Moving through London like the dead White Chapel streets run red John the Tiger With the devil at his side John the Tiger He stands at the gateway to Hell Hatred arid death in his hands The crown prince of pain and deception Lucifer's son as a man All he sees all he feels Is ripping him away Madness, bloodlust, and terror Has driven him deep in the fray John the Tiger He's got the devil at his side John John the Tiger He's got the devil at his side