[Lyric] Whitechapel Murders (Possessor)

Mad man descends painting blood on the wall no one can stop him tonight
Another victim taken aside, massacred with pride
You can’t pin him down or follow his trail though they thought they had solved the crime
Once he has ticked off the canonical five
Maybe it’s your turn tonight

Where are you on this night? He lurks in the shadows for you
No mercy no motive just murder on his mind
Where are you on this night? He walked the street before you
Eyes burning in your back, he lurks in the shadows for you

Murder so bloody with no words to rhyme he stеps into his own history
They must hang him high, they thought they had thе one and they thought they had solved the crime
Moonlight is bright and his mind is on Murders and their noose can’t stop him tonight
Fall to your knees

Where are you on this night? He lurks in the shadows for you
On this night, in his veil he’ll hide the pieces of you
Where are you on this night? You walked the streets before him
Eyes burning in your back he lurks in the shadows for you
Watch him descend down on his knees
It’s 1888, the bloodiest of mysteries
History spelt it out so they’ll be no mistake
Grasp his cleaver and cut his face