Reaper’s Delight Dan Bull

[Intro]
5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
Red bottom

[Verse 1]
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)