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   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 to Death      Now   Let my people go, land of Goshen   Go   I will be with thee, bush of fire   Blood   Running red and strong, down to Nile   Plague   Darkness three days long, hail to fire      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 midnite 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