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 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 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"
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"
Alive... (x2)
[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])