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