Reaper's Delight - Dan Bull

On the same day Gabriel fell

Gabriel became an angel of hell

Prowling the place with the stealth of a snake on the ground

Venom draining your health

No chasing allowed

He’s straight in the space where you dwell if he craves it he takes it himself

And from counting the shotgun shells in your bottom

Hell, you’ve not done well

Somebody came and knocked seven bells

Out of you so much he should be locked in a cell

Never felt higher, spreading hellfire

That’s hot enough to boil heavy rock and melt tires

All black everything, all black suit

All black trousers and all black boots

All black belt and an all black crotch

All black gloves and an all Blackwatch

All black armour and all black guns

All black 'jamas and all black buns

All black torso and all black cloak

For a white chap, he’s an all black bloke

He’s not a goth and he’s not gothic

Definitely doesn’t do his shopping in Hot Topic

(I'm back in black)

He cloaked in the smoke of the inferno

Real absinthe’s banned, so he drinks pernod

(Living hell of another world)

(Die) Hear death and it’s beckoning

(Die) The death metal is deafening

(Die) No question, it’s definitely threatening

(Die) Or at least it’s a wee bit usettling

(Die) He’s even realer than wrestling

(Die) Cold as an old cup of tea with some peppermint

Reaper sweeps through the ether while death blossoms

Shadow step and spank leave you with a red bottom

(Die) Prepare for the reckoning

(Die) Resurrecting the nephilim

(Die) Relocate them to kettering

(Die) Silencing haters who’re heckling

(Die) Tasteless like a vest with a leopard print

(Die) Oi, was that a joke?

It best have been

Reaper sweeps through the ether while death blossoms

Shadow step and spank leave you with a red bottom

Being an edgelord is a double edged sword

The darkest white piece on the chessboard

He’ll take wraith form, pass through your base while masked

Engage in a range of hateful acts

Break your plates or take your stash

And then make troll comments on your racial caste

With a painful lack of any grace or tact

You can’t do that with a baseball bat

Mate, perhaps you should be grateful that

You’re not laying in a grave with your face all gashed

Close casket, the wake was a laugh

Dove in the coffin naked as if taking a bath

It isn’t even up for debate or chat

He was a poor chap with a painful past

Now he’s taking out frustration on ungrateful twats

He’s a one man black death plague of rats

Reaper’s making a leap of faith

At least a kilometre beneath good taste

Sow the seeds and wait for the blossoming leaves of hate

It’s a piece of cake

Human beings are just beasts innate

In denial of the nature they’re each ingrained with

They’d rather sit and be sedate than keep engaged with the reasoned debate

Sooooooooo, I guess they should

(Die) Hear death and it’s beckoning

(Die) The death metal is deafening

(Die) No question, it’s definitely threatening

(Die) Or at least it’s a wee bit usettling

(Die) He’s even realer than wrestling

(Die) Cold as an old cup of tea with some peppermint

Reaper sweeps through the ether while death blossoms

Shadow step and spank leave you with a red bottom

(Die) Prepare for the reckoning

(Die) Resurrecting the nephilim

(Die) Relocate them to kettering

(Die) Silencing haters who’re heckling

(Die) Tasteless like a vest with a leopard print

(Die) Oi, was that a joke?

It best have been

Reaper sweeps through the ether while death blossoms

Shadow step and spank leave you with a red bottom

He leave you with a red bottom, red bottom

He leave you with a red bottom, red bottom

He leave you with a red bottom, red bottom

He leave you with a red bottom, red bottom (die)

Red bottom (die)

Red bottom (die)

Red bottom (die…)

Red bottom

Time to kill

Time to kill

Time to kill

Time to kill

Red bottom

Kill

Kill

Kill

Red bottom