Arnaud B.

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 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 Nil . 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 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 ! Rule the midnight air the destroyer. Born ! I shall soon be there, deadly mass. I ! Creep the steps and flood final darkness. Blood ! Lambs blood painted door, I shall pass. Motherfucker yeahh !!!! 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 !!! Metallica - Creeping Death

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