The eye of Ra will see no more    The sun that lights his kingdom's shores    A kingdom that became a grave    Is now the liberty of every Hebrew slave       When neither side will dawn a smile    None of the fallen souls rejoin the Nile       And all shall perish    Across this land    Forsaken and condemned       As destiny of man to rises like a morning star    Nightfall will embrace Goshen from afar    And in the hour of bereavement    Every mourning witness can gasp    "It's not the end"       In our hour of darkness    Our prayers are all ignored    The winds that blow inside our temples    Whisper of our coming fall    In our time of need    Before we turn to animals    The home that Ra's forsaken    His absence scarred our souls within       As destiny of man to rises like a morning star    Nightfall will embrace Goshen from afar    Every mourning witness can gasp    "It's not the end"       After we have been diminished for more than we could bear    After both of our children were murdered in sickening affairs    We're eager to leave this cursed place of death and mourning    Sent and cast away with haste, pain within our souls    Our triumph is their loss, replacing hoes with knives    There is no single soul left in Egypt that can be called "Alive"       [Hebrew text]    ('And it shall be when thy son asketh thee in time to come, saying, what is this? That thou shalt say unto him...' [Exodus 13:14])