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You ready my friends
Creeping death!
Come on man
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 (sing it man)
(So let it be written)
(So let it be done)
(To kill the first born pharaoh 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 (it's your turn)
(So let it be written)
YEAH
YEAH
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