text: Slaves, Hebrews born to serve
  To the Pharaoh
  Heed to his every word
  Live in fear
  Faith of the unknown one
  The deliverer
  Wait, something must be done
  Four hundred years
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  Im sent here by the chosen one
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  To kill the first born Pharaoh son
  Im creeping death
  Now, let my people go
  Land of Goshen
  Go, I will be with thee
  Bush of fire
  Blood, running red and strong
  Down the Nile
  Plague, darkness three days long
  Hail to fire
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  Im sent here by the chosen one
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  To kill the first born Pharaoh son
  Im creeping death
  Die 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
  I rule the midnight air
  The destroyer
  Born, I shall soon be there
  Deadly mass
  I creep the steps and floor
  Final darkness
  Blood, lambs blood painted door
  I shall pass
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  Im sent here by the chosen one
  So let it be written
  So let it be done
  To kill the first born Pharaoh son
  Im creeping death