John the Tiger - Orchid

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