Slaves
Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
To his every word, live in fear
Of the unknown one, the deliverer
Something must be done, four hundred yearsSo 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 first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
Let my people go, land of goshen
I will be with thee, bush of fire
Running red and strong, down the nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fireDie by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
IRule the midnight air the destroyer
I shall soon be there, deadly mass
ICreep the steps and flood final darkness
Lambs blood painted door, I shall pass

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