The chosen ones

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

Im sent here by the chosen one

So let it be written

So let it be done

To kill the first born pharaoh son

Im 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

Im sent here by the chosen one

So let it be written

So let it be done

To kill the first born pharaoh son

Im creeping death



Die by my hand

I creep across the land

Killing first born man

Die by my hand

I creep across the land

Killing first born man



Rul