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 from 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 
  Of hell on that day 
  The 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 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 with the keys 
  Of hell on that day 
  The 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