Creeping Death (Live At Reunion Arena, Dallas, Tx - February 5Th, 1989)

Fuck yeah we're ready
You ready my friends
Creeping death!

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

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)
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

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one (it's your turn)
(So let it be written)
(So let it be done)
(To kill the first born pharaoh son)
I'm creeping death

Yeah you ought to know by now motherfucker

Yeah friends. We've 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
(die, die, die)
Yeah, that's you man, come on!
(Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die)
Keep it up my friends!

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man (motherfucker)
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man

I, rule the midnight air the destroyer
Born, I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I, creep the steps and floor final darkness
Blood, lambs blood painted door, I shall pass (motherfucker)

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