Creeping Death
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 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