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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Hetfield
Lead Vocals
Lars Ulrich
Drums
Cliff Burton
Bass Guitar
Kirk Hammett
Lead Guitar
John Marshall
Rhythm Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Hetfield
Songwriter
Cliff Burton
Songwriter
Lars Ulrich
Songwriter
Kirk Hammett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kent Matcke
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
So, well, it ain't, huh
It ain't too heavy now, is it?
Are you sure about that?
Oh, yeah?
Oh, that
Oh, yeah?
Oh, yeah?
"Creeping Death"
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
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 firstborn pharaoh son
I'm creeping death, yes
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
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 firstborn pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
Mr. Kirk Hamster
Die, die, die, die
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing firstborn man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing firstborn man
I rule the midnight air, the destroyer
Born I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I creep the steps and floor, final darkness
Blood lambs blood painted door, I shall pass
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 firstborn pharaoh son
I'm creeping death, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-hey-hey, watch out
Thank you very much and goodnight
Thank you, alright (thank you)
Having some fuckin' fun tonight, thank you
Hey, man
What the fuck?
So, if you all know (you shut up for a second, alright, heck)
On top of all the fucking bullshit that's going on with this being the last gig
We also have a birthday boy in the band today, yeah, alright
This guy right here, anyone know his name?
It's a suite you could sing to him, alright
His name is James, if you didn't know (sing "Shitty birthday to you")
He's the one that they talk about on MTV, with his broken wrist here, alright
Okay, you ready? On three
One, two, four
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear James, happy birthday to you
Writer(s): Lars Ulrich, James Alan Hetfield, Kirk L. Hammett, Clifford Lee Burton
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