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's son, I'm creeping death

Now, let my people go, land of Goshen
Go, I will be with thee, bush of fire
Blood, running red and strong down the Nile
Plague, darkness three days long, hail to fire

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's son, I'm creeping death

Die by my hand (Die, die, die, die)
I creep across the land, killing first-born man (Die, die, die, die)
Die by my hand (Die, die, die, die)
I creep across the land, killing first-born man (Die, die, die, die)

I rule the midnight air, the destroyer
Born, I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I creep the steps and floor, final darkness
Blood, lamb's blood-painted door I shall pass

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's son, I'm creeping death