Reaper's Delight

Five... four... three... two... one... red bottom
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 all black croutch
All black gloves and an all Black Watch
All black armor 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 at hot topic
(I'm back in black)
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 unsettling
(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
Shadowstep 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
Shadowstep 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
Closed basket, rhe wake was laugh
Dove in the coffin naked as if taking a bath
It isn't even up for a 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 sir and be sedate rhan
Keep engaged with the reasoned debate
Sooooooo...
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 unsettling
(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
Shadowstep 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
Shadowstep and spank leave you with a red bottom