THE RIPPER

[INTRO - Gothic piano, foghorns, Victorian street sounds, 10 seconds] [VERSE 1 - Fast melodic death metal, shredding riffs, female high scream] Whitechapel streets in fog and grime, The Ripper strikes — he has no time. His blade is sharp, his hand is cold, He preys on stories yet untold. But Scarlett walks the same dark streets, She is the hunger — she is the beats, She is the Ripper's final prey, Or is she the one who makes him pay? [CHORUS - Ugly Melodic death metal, blast beats, female screams and gutturals] THE RIPPER! THE RIPPER! (SCREAM) HE CARVES THE NIGHT — BUT I'M THE SNIPPER! (GUTTURAL) THE RIPPER! THE RIPPER! I AM THE BLADE — I AM THE WHIPPER! [VERSE 2 - Faster melodic death metal, female gutturals and pig squeals] He stalks the alley, he stalks the street, But Scarlett's soul is not complete, She feeds on fear, she feeds on sin, The Ripper cannot start again. His blade is rust, his hands are tied, Scarlett's darkness cannot hide, The Ripper is a ghost tonight, Scarlett's hunger is his light. [BRIDGE - Slow doom with piano, female spoken word with reverb] "Jack... you thought you were the monster..." "I was killing before you were born..." [FINAL CHORUS - Maximum velocity, all vocals layered] THE RIPPER! THE RIPPER! HE CARVES THE NIGHT — BUT I'M THE SNIPPER! THE RIPPER! THE RIPPER! I AM THE BLADE — I AM THE WHIPPER! [OUTRO - Fading foghorns, female whisper] "Rest now, Jack..." "The ripping is mine now..."