Creeping Death
(Hetfield, Ulrich, Burton, Hammett)

    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 to Death

    Now
    Let my people go, land of Goshen
    Go
    I will be with thee, bush of fire
    Blood
   [bad word] red and strong, down to 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 to 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
   [bad word] the midnite 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

    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 to Death