Shadows of Whitechapel

[Intro] [Fiddle and Bodhrán Riff] [Verse 1] In the gas-lit streets of London’s heart, Echoes of footsteps, shadows dart. Jack's blade gleams under moon’s eerie light, His sinister deeds cloaked by the night. [Chorus, Mandolin Overdrive] Beware, beware, the Ripper’s night, Through Whitechapel's streets, he takes his flight. A shadow lurking, in the mist, Jack's cold embrace, with death's own kiss. [Instrumental Interlude, Tin Whistle] [Verse 2] Misty evenings wear a veil of dread, Streets whisper tales of the dread he's spread. Silent screams echo, a ghastly plight, Victims shrouded in the darkest blight. [Chorus, Mandolin Overdrive] Beware, beware, the Ripper’s night, Through Whitechapel's streets, he takes his flight. A shadow lurking, in the mist, Jack's cold embrace, with death's own kiss. [Verse 3] A lass walks alone, her steps unsure, Her fate sealed by a man so impure. Quick and silent, with precision grim, Another life lost to his heinous whim. [Chorus, Mandolin Overdrive] Beware, beware, the Ripper’s night, Through Whitechapel's streets, he takes his flight. A shadow lurking, in the mist, Jack's cold embrace, with death's own kiss. [Bridge] [Bagpipes] [Verse 4] Through Whitechapel’s maze, he prowls with zest, His blade, a curse upon the oppressed. None can catch him, the shadowed reaper, London’s dark, the price gets steeper. [Chorus, Mandolin Overdrive] Beware, beware, the Ripper’s night, Through Whitechapel's streets, he takes his flight. A shadow lurking, in the mist, Jack's cold embrace, with death's own kiss. [Verse 5] Warnings unheeded by those who roam, Too many lost on their way home. Each corner hides a story untold, Of a terror in the night, bold and cold. [Chorus, Mandolin Overdrive] Beware, beware, the Ripper’s night, Through Whitechapel's streets, he takes his flight. A shadow lurking, in the mist, Jack's cold embrace, with death's own kiss. [Verse 6] As history's pages yet unfold, Jack's tale of horror is retold. A caution to heed, when night draws near, Beware the Ripper still lingers here. [Outro] [Fiddle and Bodhrán Riff]