Creeping Death — Bullet For My Valentine

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 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 So let it be written, so let it be done To kill the first-born pharaoh son I'm creeping death

Die by my hand I creep across the land Killing first-born man

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 Lamb's blood, painted doors, I shall pass

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