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MORITURI TE SALUTANT

It is eighteen eighty eight

August at its end

Down the streets of Whitechapel

Rippin’ her abdomen

Poly was the first to die

I was terrified

Caus’ I cut and ripped her flesh

Untill she laid to rest

MORITURI

TE SALUTANT

MORITURI

Soon “I will give 'em a clue

But nothing to clear”

Then “I will kill all the whores

And not shed a tear”

That rage is hunting my soul

And feedin’ my veins

But I need the taste of blood

To fuckin’ cure my pain

MORITURI

TE SALUTANT

MORITURI