Whitechapel from The Hunger by Stoker

Welcome to Whitechapel
Meet Satan’s own disciple
Watch him perform his grisly feats
With sawblade and scalpel he rules upon the vile
on London’s filthy East End streets
With smoke and illusions this city of perdition
draws desperate souls like moths to a flame
In this well of corruption
this king of back-street surgeons
will earn his everlasting fame

Whitechapel’s crimson nights
so far away from the lights and glitz
Its darkness doesn’t care
It’ll swallow you whole ..or in bits

A shadow slips away
Down these alleys of despair
His story we all know
A Victorian nightmare

A figure approaches these withered English roses
A last encounter on their beat
A reaper of lost souls, collecting trophies of blood
A perfect gentleman indeed

Whitechapel’s crimson nights
A gin-soaked Hell of shattered dreams
Absinth and opium
can’t hide the truth behind those screams

A shadow slips away...

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