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

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

Of hell on that day

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

Of hell on that day

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

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