Jack Is Back Lyrics

To late to weep and

Late to lament

This night has cut off

Another thread

Far streets of London

Kiev's the same

Are filled with 19-th

Century flame

Jack is back With his interpritation of pain

Jack is back In you and other butchers insane

That is you Who hold a knife in the rain

Brings you fame This good-old evil they blame

You stand above her

Tormented body dead

Does not allow you to breath

All pleasure that you get

Every weak society

Bears us a beast

Men's moral emptiness

Multiplying sins

Violence - predicted sign of decadence

Nasty bloody hand erects the mankind's monument

This world is fed up with

Violence - predicted sign of decadence

Nasty bloody hand erects the mankind's monument