Two brothers stand; their eyes are caught with fire
They know no fear from the tyrant on the throne
A simple wish not granted, to worship for their god
There's no compassion inside the Pharaoh's heart of stone.

Blood consumes the waters; tainting red the sacred Nile
The rancid stench of death harbours winds for miles
The cities and the temples, flooded now with frogs
And their croaking lasted days until Moses gave his word

The Pharaoh's slender patience was reducing with each night
But to free the Hebrew slaves was an unimaginable right
Though the word that spread in Egypt was speaking of the awe
That was penetrating slowly about a God they do not know

A host of evil angels – each has a different sword
Striking down at Egypt in the name of the one and only God

By the brandish of the staff a cloud of dust arises
Carried by the desert winds and turning into lice

Harming none in Goshen, infecting with their woe
A gathering of vermin collide against the Hebrew's foes

God presents severity like never seen before
His words to Moses rumbles like the distant thunder roar

The pestilence and sickness that stroke the heathen fold
Are the labour pains of freedom taking out their toll?

Storming down with holy anger
Rain of fire destroys all
Unending swarms of God sent furies
Covering the suns in whole