Текст песни Metallica - Creeping Death
Metallica - Creeping Death слова песни
Текст песни Metallica - Creeping Death
SlavesHebrews born to serve, to the pharaohHeedTo his every word, live in fearFaithOf the unknown one, the delivererWaitSomething must be done, four hundred years( )So let it be written, so let it be doneI'm sent here by the chosen oneSo let it be written, so let it be doneTo kill the first born pharaoh sonI'm creeping deathNowLet my people go, land of GoshenGoI will be with thee, bush of fireBloodRunning red and strong down the NilePlagueDarkness three days long, hail to fireSo let it be written, so let it be doneI'm sent here by the chosen oneSo let it be written, so 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 manIRule the midnight air, the destroyerBornI shall soon be there, deadly massICreep the steps and floor, final darknessBloodLamb's blood, painted doors, I shall passSo let it be written, so let it be doneI'm sent here by the chosen oneSo let it be written, so let it be doneTo kill the first-born pharaoh sonI'm creeping death