Creeping Death (Live in Mexico City)

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, yeah

So let it be written, so let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
Sing it, man
Ooh, I'm creeping death

(Now) let my people go, land of Goshen
(Yeah, 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
Yes, I'm creeping death

Yeah, you ought to know what now, motherfucker
Come on

Die by my hand (die, die, die)
I creep across the land
Killing firstborn man (die, die, motherfuckers)
Die by my hand (die, die, die)
I creep across the land
Killing firstborn man, here we go

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 firstborn pharaoh's son
I'm creeping death (yeah, yeah-yeah)