LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCreeping Death
SlavesHebrews born to serve to the pharaohHeedTo his every word, live in fearFaithOf the unknown one, the delivererWaitSomething must be done, four hundred yearsSo let it be writtenSo let it be doneI'm sent here by the chosen oneSo let it be writtenSo let it be doneTo kill the first born pharaoh sonI'm creeping deathNowLet my people go, land of GoshenI will be with thee, bush of fireBloodRunning red and strong, down the NilePlagueDarkness three days long, hail to fireSo let it be writtenSo let it be doneI'm sent here by the chosen oneSo let it be writtenSo let it be doneTo kill the first born pharaoh sonI'm creeping deathDie by my handI creep across the landKilling first born manDie by my handI creep across the landKilling first born manRule the midnight air, the destroyerBornI shall soon be there, deadly massCreep the steps and flood final darknessBloodLamb's blood painted door, I shall passSo let it be writtenSo let it be doneI'm sent here by the chosen oneSo let it be writtenSo let it be doneTo kill the first born pharaoh sonI'm creeping death
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