Verso 1

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

Refrão

On Friday a thief
On Sunday a king
Laid down in grief
Awoke with the keys
To Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The man Jesus Christ laid
Death in his grave

Verso 2

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

Refrão

On Friday a thief
On Sunday a king
Laid down in grief
Awoke with the keys
To Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The man Jesus Christ laid
Death in his grave

Coro

Death in his grave
Death in his grave

Ponte

He has cheated Hell
And seated us above the fall

Ponte

In desperate places
He paid our wages
One time once and for all

Refrão

On Friday a thief
On Sunday a king
Laid down in grief
Awoke with the keys
To Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The man Jesus Christ laid
Death in his grave