Hidden In The Fog

London 1888

thousand souls living

a hell on earth

East end was a torment

nobody could escape

anguish, sadness

everywhere...

Hopeless souls

through the dark alleys

wet roads of stone,

there wasn´t who expect

this nightmare unleashed.

who could see him

when the darkness covered all

who could hear you

when he cut your vocals chords.

He... was... there...

Hidden in the Fog.

Waiting in the corners,

full of false love,

a few coins the reward,

to their services.

Hopeless souls

through the dark alleys

wet roads of stone,

there wasn´t who expect

this nightmare unleashed.

5 of them paid,

for these lustful sins,

when they went to the dark

and lifted their skirts

the hands were occupied

and were... defenseless.

He throw off their demons

and their bowels too,

like a lightning

his knife caresses

their necks,

a mysterious

shadow arises,

bringing death

into the English heart.

Hopeless souls

through the dark alleys

wet roads of stone,

there wasn´t who expect

this nightmare unleashed.

A name...

was written with blood,

Jack was the name

and a legend began.