Luyện nghe bài hát Whitechapel

Tonight's the
I to strike
The is right

the law
I taunt on
My blade is

It's the before my eyes
newborn life
To tortured mind

I and feed on fear
Come now my dear
Uncle Jack is here

The is on
R.I.P. them all
Sweet

Whitechapel's
Gleam off my
time to die

Nightmare of
Come to the
Who sell their

Sadistic
Bloody
On bodies

Inside the
Unholy
The blood will

stained in crimson
With blood of
souls I stole

No place to
That I won't
I rule the

I've no
Ripping corpse
You whore

Oh, you see that I'm obsessed
It's like I've posessed
I'll lay your soul to this night
my knife

I've turned these to hell
The Demon's come to
Death's Bell in Whitechapel,
Whitechapel, playground of The

My friends call me Jack

the London fog
I and slash my prey
I to disembowel
And send you to grave

Sinful shall perish
In the dead of
Ripping of the
breast removed by knife

I have
The of lore
To again
Now as

One hundred
Have now by
And again
It's ripping

Your Uncle is back
Tonight, I

My scalpel
Cuts to the
I to carve

Fit for The
A feast
Of screams

It's the blood before my
Bringing newborn
To this tortured

I thrive and on fear
Come closer now my
Your Jack is here

The Knife