[Intro] (Distorted music box playing a dark nursery rhyme, ticking clock, foghorn) [Voice Prompt: Creepy, high-pitched, echoing children choir, innocent yet chilling] London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down... London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady. The fog is rolling in. [Verse 1] [Voice Prompt: Slow, crawling industrial doom, ancient raspy rotting tone] Cobblestone alleys slick with the autumn rain, Whitechapel shadows hiding a sick, twisted pain. I hold the steel scalpel tight in my bloody palm, Singing a nursery rhyme to keep the city calm. Like *From Hell* graphics inked on a Victorian page, Stepping right onto this gaslit historical stage. Jack is a gentleman walking in top-hat and cape, Leaving no witnesses, leaving no chance for escape! Like *Assassin's Syndicate* stalking the London fog, Crossing another unlucky name off my ledger log. The gas lamps flicker with a yellow, sickly glow, No one can save you from the things I want to show. Every doorway hides a secret, every step a crime, We are marching down the gallows in this wicked time. [Pre-Chorus] [Voice Prompt: Creepy children choir chanting softly, dark tension building] Ring around the rosie, pockets full of ash! Watch the helpless victim fall with a sudden slash! Fog is rolling thicker through the midnight street, Hear the heavy echo of my leather boots and feet! [Chorus] [Voice Prompt: High-pitched, haunting children choir singing the main hook with a chilling melody] Jack the Ripper! Walking through the gaslit gloom! Turning every alleyway into a bloody tomb! Like *Penny Dreadful* nightmares coming back to life, Carving out your destiny with a razor knife! In the heart of the VOID, where the Victorian shadows breed, The Ripper takes his final, unforgiving fee! [Verse 2] [Voice Prompt: Heavy mechanical industrial stomps, venomous and manic delivery] You thought you were safe behind your respectable door, Just another poor soul bleeding out on the floor. Like *Dr. Jekyll* hiding what the midnight reveals, Listening closely to the carriage wagon wheels. From Dorset Street down to Miller's dark, wicked court, Hunting the helpless is my only chosen sport. They write all the letters signed with a crimson stain, "From Hell" is my address, driving the city insane! The lanterns are flickering out one by one, And my bloody night's work has only begun! Feel the cold steel biting deep into the skin, That is where the real, dark London begins. No police whistle can save you from my heavy hand, I am the darkest nightmare of this entire land! [Bridge] (Guitars cut out. Music box plays a single repeating warped note, gas lamps hissing) [Voice Prompt: Deep, ancient, weathered, gravelly male voice, whispering menacingly] Catch me if you can... Catch me if you dare. *(Crushing industrial-doom metal breakdown riff hits with maximum distortion and a brutal mechanical stomp)* [Final Chorus] [Voice Prompt: Explosive industrial-doom metal, massive guitar crunch, deep ancient weathered gravelly male vocals roaring with raw power] Jack the Ripper! Walking through the gaslit gloom! Turning every alleyway into a bloody tomb! Like *Penny Dreadful* nightmares coming back to life, Carving out your destiny with a razor knife! In the heart of the VOID, where the Victorian shadows breed, The Ripper takes his final, unforgiving fee! [Outro] (Instruments dissolve into London foghorn, ticking pocket watch, and children whispering) [Voice Prompt: Creepy children choir whispering softly, fading into cold silence] Another body left in the dark... Another offering for the VOID. (A single stroke of a midnight bell, absolute silence) [End]
