Though the Earth Cried out for blood   Satisfied her hunger was   Her billows calmed on raging seas   for the souls on 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 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 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 a new      On Friday a thief   On Sunday a King   Laid down in grief   But awoke holding keys   To Hell on that day   The first born of the slain   The Man Jesus Christ   Laid death in his grave      On Friday a thief   On Sunday a King   Laid down in grief   But awoke with 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