There's always a choice Which way to go Even if you're the King If you don't let us go, To worship our God, You will see major signs The water shall turn to blood Lice shall rise from the dust Hordes of frogs come out of water Hailstorm shall strike the ground Stretch out your hand Toward the sky Darken all of the earth Let Egyptians see The weakness of Ra The folly of their belief One might wonder How dour the King must be How much longer Will it take till we are free? No cure for plague of boils No hope when thunder spoils No escape from the darkness No point to fight our God You are the last one You still can not give in Your obstinent heart Asks for the final plague No one will be left behind, all firstborns will die Only doors with marks of blood Angel Of Death is passing by Heading for our freedom, pursued by the enemies As we go across the Red Sea, Pharaoh shall taste our victory Six hundred chariots, With warrios on them all Surrounded by clouds And by water walls They all ran for their doom, straight to the waters grave All of them found their tomb, none escaped that rave