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  • Текст песни The Black Dahlia Murder - The Leather Apron's Scorn

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    The ripper they've called me
    Open the paper I'm on every page you'll 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're fools to dare

    I know what you are
    And you'll soon know me
    Stripping your skin
    I feel complete

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