Though the earth cried out for bloodSatisfied her hunger wasBillows calmed on raging seasFor the souls of men she cravedSun and moon from balconyTurned their head in disbeliefPrecious love would taste the stingDisfigured and disdained
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On Friday a thiefOn Sunday a kingLaid down in griefBut woke with the keysOf hell on that dayFirst born of the slainThe man Jesus Christ laidDeath in his grave
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So three days in darkness sleptThe morning sun of righteousnessBut rose to shame the throes of deathAnd overturn his ruleNow daughters and the sons of menWould pay not their dues againThe debt of blood they owed was rentWhen the day rolled anew
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On Friday a thiefOn Sunday a kingLaid down in griefBut woke holding keysTo hell on that dayThe first born of the slainThe man Jesus Christ laidDeath in his grave
On Friday a thiefOn Sunday a kingLaid down in griefBut woke with the keysOf hell on that dayFirst born of the slainThe man Jesus Christ laidDeath in his grave
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He has cheated hellAnd seated us above the fallIn desperate places he paid our wagesOne time, once and for all