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(shhh-ahhh) Midnight whispers drown
the
cobbled stone
Where shattered prayers were left alone Gaslight trembles,
pale and weak As nameless horrors stalk the
street Every doorway hides a stare
Every silence breathes despair The fog consumes what eyes once knew And
swallows every trace of truth
Who walks beneath the mourning sky?
Who leaves the dead without goodbye?
Every answer fades to dust Buried deep beneath mistrust
In the fog of Whitechapel,
terror grows Where no one sees and nobody knows (aaah-oooh)
A faceless phantom haunts the night Vanishing before first light The city
shivers, cold and still Held beneath a darker will Legends bleed where
the truth has slipped Forever feared...
the Skindog beast
Church bells mourn but never warn Another soul is left forlorn Windows
close against the cries While evil walks in plain disguise Rusted clocks
refuse to turn Ashes hide where candles burn Every footprint meets the
rain
Leaving ghosts instead of names
Was it hatred? Was it fate?
Or something born to feed on dread?
The mist remembers every scream Though truth dissolves like fever dreams No
final word, no closing page Only whispers locked in age
The lantern dies... the shadows breathe...
Something waits beneath the street
Every heartbeat counts the cost
Every soul already lost The night has teeth
The dark has eyes
And every silence... tells a lie
In the fog of Whitechapel,
candles fade Every legend casts a darker shade (hey-ya,
hey-ya!)
No one conquered what stalked the night
Only chased its fading light History whispers but guards its tomb Where
unanswered echoes fill the gloom
The mystery lives while the years have slipped Forever cursed...
the big bad Skindog
When dawn arrives, the streets are bare Yet something lingers in the
air Not flesh... not bone...
not earthly form... But fear
that lives beyond
the storm And when the fog rolls in once more
Whitechapel remembers... Skindog (hmmmmmm)