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 years
(Refrain)So 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 sonI'm creeping death
NowLet 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
(Refrain)So 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 sonI'm creeping death
Die by my handI creep across the landKilling first born manDie by my handI creep across the landKilling first born man
IRule the midnite air the destroyerBornI shall soon be there, deadly massICreep the steps and floor final darknessBloodLambs blood painted door, I shall pass
So 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 sonI'm creeping death