Jack the Ripper

Hide, for the Ripper plays

on London streets, smog at his feet

Blood is what he craves; in blood he bathes.

Run through the London maze

he is the butcher and you’re his meat

Hide as the Ripper plays

Can police stop his murderous craze?

When ladies of the night sleep on concrete

Blood is what he craves; in blood he bathes.

Too late - you’ll never see the morning rays.

He’ll never stop till he feels complete.

Hide, for the Ripper plays

It’s the end of days.

He is nothing but discrete.

Hide, for the Ripper plays.

Blood is what he craves; in blood he bathes.

The death of Balder

Weep for the god of light

Like the prophecy foretold,

the end is in sight

Hella holds on with all her might,

hit by an arrow uncontrolled.

Weep for the God of Light

The mistletoe has a deadly bite.

Everything was safe and controlled,

but now the end is in sight

It was the trickster’s delight

Hodr’s arrow and blindfold

Weep for the God of light

Without him nothing is right

chaos of Ragnarök will unfold

Weep for the God of Light

For the end is in sight