Morituri Te Salutant
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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
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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
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MORITURI