Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In the tangled underbrush, they emerge
Robberflies, silent hunters on the verge
Their wings, iridescent, shimmer in the sun
A paradox of grace and danger, they've become
[Pre-Chorus]
Synth riffs echo through the forest glade
As they stalk their prey, in shadows they wade
Tiny insects tremble, spiders freeze in fright
For the Robberflies are here, ready to ignite
[Chorus]
Robberflies, oh, you're the silent assassins
With eyes like jewels, and wings that glisten
Nature's dark secret, a symphony of death
Yet your beauty steals our breat
i
[Verse]
In the tangled underbrush
They emerge
Robberflies
Silent hunters on the verge
Their wings
Iridescent
Shimmer in the sun
A paradox of grace and danger
They've become
[Verse 2]
Through the forest glade
Synth riffs echo
Stealthy predators
Ready to strike the foe
Tiny insects tremble
Spiders freeze in fright
For the Robberflies are here
Ready to ignite
[Chorus]
Robberflies
Oh
You're the silent assassins
With eyes like jewels
And wings that glisten
Nature's dark secret
A symphony of death
Yet your beauty steals our breath
(Verse 1)
In the meadow where the wildflowers sway,
There's a creature that's both feared and in play.
A robberfly, with its eyes of gold,
A master of disguise, a story to be told.
(Chorus)
Robberflies, robberflies,
Dancing in the summer skies.
Predators with a deadly sting,
But oh, how they make the flowers sing.
(Verse 2)
With a body of black and a coat of red,
They're the hunters of the meadow bed.
They'll snatch their prey with a swift surprise,
A robberfly, a master of disguise.
(Chorus)
Robberflies, robberflies,
Dancing in the summer skies.
Predators with a deadly sting,
But oh, how they make the flowers sing.
(Bridge)
From the tallest grass to the smallest stone,
The robberfly's presence is always shown.
A creature of mystery, a tale to unfold,
In the meadow where the wildflowers hold.
(Chorus)
Robberflies, robberflies,
Dancing in the summer skies.
Predators with a deadly sting,
But oh, how they make the flowers sing.
(Outro)
So here's to the robberfly, the hunter of the meadow,
A creature of beauty, a story to be told.
In the meadow where the wildflowers sway,
The robberfly's dance will always stay.
