Death In His Grave

歌詞

Though the earth cried Out for blood Satisfied her hunger was Billows calmed on raging seas For the souls of men she craved Sun and moon from balcony Turned their head in disbelief Their precious love would taste The sting Disfigured and disdained On Friday a thief On Sunday a king Laid down in grief But woke with the keys To hell on that day The first born of the slain The man Jesus Christ laid Death in his grave So three days in darkness slept The morning sun Of righteousness But rose to shame The throes of death And overturn his rule Now daughters And the sons of men Would pay not their dues again The debt of blood They owed was rent When the day rolled anew On Friday a thief On Sunday a king Laid down in grief But woke holding keys To hell on that day The first born of the slain The man Jesus Christ laid Death in his grave On Friday a thief On Sunday a king Laid down in grief But woke with the keys To hell on that day The first born of the slain The man Jesus Christ laid Death in his grave He has cheated hell And seated us above the fall In desperate places he paid our Wages one time once and for all