david joseph bonde-meyer - white robe reaper lyrics
white robe reaper
with silk so light over his head like a priest
syth for the sinners, head drop to the floor if you try to sin
rob full of clips, guns, and grenades unpinning
man, these men and women understand nothing
pendants of geometry protecting the gods children
sacred magic, who would hear it?
all the free spirits are getting lifted, powering up like the gifted
shooting stars on my wishlist. grant this child at hearts dream
my heart, my love, it lingers. sing hymns of joy about love from above
weapons of the death, stretching out until there is nothing left
creeping out, what’s in my path, death awaits you, you see?
always sleeping, dreaming, always thinking about someone else
white synths, white katanas, white knives. blood on the floor
red bl–dy floors, dripping off the metal, bling shining like rubies with the red blood running like wine down the fine design of the blades. gold fl!cker like a flame heads rolling on the pavement with only yourself to blame. dames should have come to the party
white rob reaper
it is my blade i use to murder you
i might need a gun to pop your head
laid your body down while you die from my death sound
sonic boom bruising your ears and dazing your mind like a concussion grenade. dead souls out to drag your body into the darkness. call the doctor because you’re bleeding out. n0body hears your screams in the dark
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