From the recording "Overture to Madness"
Lyrics
Whitechapel cringes 'neath the cold embrace of fear
Red fiend holds bloody court, in cold victorian dark
Woos cobblestone courtesans ripping out their hearts
Sinister, is the night
Sinister, dark delight
This small death, played on gut and spring
This greater death, to climax brings
Letters sent from hell, red script and hellish prose
From ten bells into the night, to dance from knife's keen edge
Her partner first step to last comes he, Ripper Jack
Sinister, is the night
Sinister, dark delight
Sinister, silent cruel death prowling the night
Sinister, shrouded figure, called the Ripper Jack