Good evening, ser!
I wouldnt call night like this an evening
Of course, in our London it is hard to find out is there night or day, are you not scared to walk alone at empty streets at night , you surely
hearted thou's tales about people disappeared?
Ha-Ha-Ha, and you?


Sunset and sun is down
Has fallen for horizon
In streets of London again
The forces of shadows reign
The fear absorbs the people
And makes their souls weaker

Darkness kills the men
Wake my soul Again

Night is controlling day
I feel I must stay
In this terrible way
I hear sounds of decay
And I know he is somewhere out there

Darkness kills the men
Wake my soul Again

Them, Found Everywhere
They were as if in dream
Also spoke that he
Killing with axe
Disappeared as a flame
Occurred as a pain
Making the way in glooms
Found people doomed

At the night of October 15, 1888 in a forest
In north of London the body was found,
With strange appearance. According to the words
Of the witnesses it was a maniac
Behind which are set
Mysterious murders that was accomplished
on street Spitalfield .And after some
time, body has disappeared.