Metallica - 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 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