We Don’t!

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 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

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