John The Tiger

Evil venom creeping through his veins
Blackened shadow cast of the insane
Like a devil that stands out before you
Hiding plainly in sight
Rabid killer that cares not of mercy
Slipping through the night

Walks with a murder in his stride
And a hell within his mind
Moving through London like the dead
White Chapel streets run red
John the Tiger
With the devil at his side
John the Tiger

Twisted figure slipping through the fog
Lusting specter, hunting rabid dog
Like a shadow that's cast in the darkness
Hiding plainly in sight
Demon madman that cares not of mercy
Slipping through the night

Walks with a murder in his stride
And a hell within his mind
Moving through London like the dead
White Chapel streets run red
John the Tiger
With the devil at his side
John the Tiger

He stands at the gateway to Hell
Hatred arid death in his hands
The crown prince of pain and deception
Lucifer's son as a man
All he sees all he feels
Is ripping him away
Madness, bloodlust, and terror
Has driven him deep in the fray

John the Tiger
He's got the devil at his side
John
John the Tiger
He's got the devil at his side