Exodus

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