Death In His Grave

Though the Earth Cried out for blood Satisfied her hunger was
Her 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 awoke with the keys
To 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 throes of death And over turn 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

He has cheated Hell and seated
Us above the fall In desperate places
He paid our wages One time once and for all