Wings of fury

[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.