Unfinished Work Lyrics

From Sweden came her illusion
looking for her dreams,
London should be a new home
and London became her tomb.
The 1st but not the only one
that September night,
because he stroke again,
he couldn´t finish his work.

She died, anyway...
something frightened him
before he performed
the mutilations.
The carnage was beginning,
"only" her neck received
the caress of his knife,
the throat had been
deeply... gashed!!!

He was searching
the next one,
he needed something
to lacerate,
a prostitute
to mutilate,
another innocent
to kill!!!