Death in His Grave

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 on balcony
 Turned their head in disbelief
 Their 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
 To 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 throws of death
 And overturn his rule
 Now daughters and the sons of men
 Would not pay 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 with the keys
 To 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
 On Friday a thief
 On Sunday a king
 Laid down in grief
 But woke with the keys
 To hell on that day
 First born of the slain
 The man Jesus Christ laid
 Death in his grave