What once was love, has become hate

Skill attained to save, now used to kill

What a pity, this poor woman's fate

Oh sweet death, what a great thrill!

Red stained lips, with eyes to match

Angelina Dalles was once her name

their wombs are now hers to snatch

All she wanted, was for them to feel her pain

With a smile on her face and a scalpel in hand

Oh such beauty, covered in crimson

She sliced them up, sending them to the holy land

Laughs and screams, echoing in unison

No one will know, she became the ripper

If this were a fairy tale, she'd fit the glass slipper.