Metallica — Creeping Death Live in Mexico City

[Intro] Fuck yeah, we’re ready You ready, my friends? “Creeping Death!” Heh heh heh heh Come on, man! [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] So let it be written So let it be done I'm 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! I'm creeping death [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] So let it be written So let it be done I'm 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, I'm creeping death Yeah, you ought to know by now, mother fucker! [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] 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 [crowd takes over the ‘die’s] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 Yeah yeah