In the fog, in the dark
The shape of a knife, the shape of the killer
No need to run, no need to cry
He’ll steal your breath away
It’s your nightmare in Whitechapel
It’s your nightmare in Whitechapel
Your blood runs cold
Your soul has been sold
You see the shining knife (you’re paralysed)
Will you cry ? Will you live ?
Will you die ? Will this cease ?
You see the sparkling blade under the shining stars
Your destiny’s sealed
It’s your nightmare in Whitechapel
Oh, it’s your nightmare in Whitechapel
Oh Mary
You feel the blood
You feel its flood
You slip against the wall
Oh Mary
Your day has come
You won’t see the dawn
Your body's lying alone
