text: Fuck yeah, we’re ready
  You ready, my friends?
  “Creeping Death!”
  Heh heh heh heh
  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 yeaheah
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  Im 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
  Ooo! Im 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
  Yeah yeah
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  Im sent here by the chosen one
  Your turn!
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  To kill the first born Pharaoh son
  Yes, Im creeping death
  Yeah, you ought to know by now, mother fucker!
  Yeah, friends, we 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
  Yeah, it’s you, man, come on
  Keep it up, my friends
  Die by my hand
  I creep across the land
  Killing first born man
  Mother fucker
  Die by my hand
  I creep across the land
  Killing first born man
  Yeah
  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 door
  I shall pass
  Mother fucker
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  Im sent here by the chosen one
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  To kill the first born Pharaoh son
  Im creeping death
  Yeah yeah