The Leather Apron's Scorn - The Black Dahlia Murder

The Ripper they’ve called me

Open the paper, I am on every page you will see

It is I who pulls the strings

Who makes them scream

I am the denizen who lurks after dark

Carving the flesh of those who would wear the mark of the whore

Fear the leather apron’s scorn

Each night reborn

Terrorize these foggy London streets

Lock your doors and hide

When the gas lamps come to life

They’re where I’ll creep

They never hear my footsteps approaching

Their whorish existences my knife is encroaching upon

Public anticipation is growing

For when and where ol' Jackie will strike

Victimize and ravage lady fair

With my knife they must comply

For she who’d sell her flesh

I’m looming near

A shroud of mania surrounds

Becoming stronger with their fear

Their fear

Terrorize these foggy London streets

Lock your doors and hide

In the darkest alleyways, they’re where I’ll be

Victimize and ravage lady fair

With my knife they must comply

The women of the night

Who are fools to dare

I know what you are

And you’ll soon know me

Stripping your skin

I feel complete