Pagan Altar - The Ripper lyrics

Through fog-filled streets and alleys, where fantails walk the night A cloaked figure waits and watches, from beyond the dim gas light What dark reason lies behind the veil, and drives him on to k** These petticoats have no valuables, there’s nothing for him to steal So why the senseless slaughter, of the ones they deem so low It’s certainly not for monetary gain, so perhaps it’s what they know Dank air glistens on blackened tenement walls, the hovels of the poor Where poverty is a way of life, behind every bolted door From such homes these wretches came, and are forced to walk the streets To eke a living in its most basic form, with every stranger that they meet So why the needles slaughter, Of the ones they deem so low It can’t be for any other reason, it must be what they know. The need to exist will drive them out, from behind their own locked doors To venture forth into the night, to work the streets as who*es For them there is no future, no reason for them to be And the momentary glimpse of a flashing blade, is the lat thing they will see In d**h there needs to be some pride, even for those deemed so low Not lie disembowelled in a filthy street, just for what they know So who will be the scapegoat, who will take the blame When the compa** and the setsquare, rears its head again. Who will they use to hide the truth, and avert the public’s gaze From the intrigue that in reality, Lies behind the political maze Albert Victor’s name is whispered, from behind the crumbling walls That the princes ba*tard offspring, will be the next to rule A Catholic heir in waiting, first in line to the throne A situation that could not exist, and couldn’t be condoned Was this the knowledge shared by the ones, who people deemed so low Perhaps this is what the secret is, perhaps this is what they know Does the ripper still exist today, but in a different form To carry out the subversive acts, to protect these royal born Who is it that hides behind the cloak, this friend without a face And how many of his victims, will disappear without a trace How many more will meet the fate, of the ones they deem so low And how many more will have to die, because of what they know So who will be the scapegoat, who will take the blame When the compa** and the setsquare, rears its head again.