Songtext von The Ten Plagues

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