Hiretsukan
Creeping Death
SlavesHebrews born to serve, to the pharaohHeedTo his every word, live in fearFaithOf the unknown one, the delivererWaitSomething must be done, four hundred yearsSo let it be writtenSo let it be doneI'm sent here by the chosen oneSo let it be writtenSo let it be doneTo kill the first born pharaoh's sonI'm creeping deathNowLet my people go, Land of GoshenGoI will be with thee, bush of fireBloodRunning red and strong down the NilePlagueDarkness three days long, hail to fire
From Letras Mania