f#ck yeah, we’re ready
You ready, my friends?
“Creeping Death!”
Heh heh heh heh
Come on, man!
Slaves, Hebrews born to serve
To the Pharaoh
Heed to his every word
Live in fear
Faith of the unknown one
The deliverer
Wait, something must be done
Four hundred years
Yeah yeaheah
So let it be written
So let it be done
I’m sent here by the chosen one
Sing it, man!
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born Pharaoh son
Ooo! I’m creeping death
Now, let my people go
Land of Goshen
Go, I will be with thee
Bush of fire
Blood, running red and strong
Down the Nile
Plague, darkness three days long
Hail to fire
Yeah yeah
So let it be written
So let it be done
I’m sent here by the chosen one
Your turn!
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born Pharaoh son
Yes, I’m creeping death
Yeah, you ought to know by now, mother f#cker!
Yeah, friends, we got ourselves a long noisy night in front of us
You might as well start making noise now
You’re singing
Die die die die
Yeah, it’s you, man, come on
Keep it up, my friends
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
Mother f#cker
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
Yeah
I rule the midnight air
The destroyer
Born, I shall soon be there
Deadly mass
I creep the steps and floor
Final darkness
Blood, lamb’s blood, painted door
I shall pass
Mother f#cker
So let it be written
So let it be done
I’m sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born Pharaoh son
I’m creeping death
Yeah yeah
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