The Plagues

Thus saith the Lord

Since you refuse to free my people

All through the land of Egypt

I send a pestilence and plague

Into your house, into your bed

Into your streams, into your streets

Into your drink, into your bread

Upon your cattle, on your sheep

Upon your oxen in your field

Into your dreams, into your sleep

Until you break, until you yield

I send the swarm, I send the horde

Thus saith the Lord

Once I called you brother

Once I thought the chance to make you laugh

Was all I ever wanted

I send the thunder from the sky

I send the fire raining down

And even now I wish that God had chose another

Serving as your foe on his behalf

Is the last thing that I wanted

I send a hail of burning ice

On every field, on every town

This was my home

All this pain and devastation

How it tortures me inside

All the innocent who suffer

From your stubbornness and pride

I send the locusts on a wind

Such as the world has never seen

On every leaf, on every stalk

Until there's nothing left of green

I send my scourge, I send my sword

Thus saith the Lord

You who I called brother

Why must you call down another blow?

I send my scourge, I send my sword

Let my people go

Thus saith the Lord

Thus saith the Lord

You who I called brother

How could you have come to hate me so?

Is this what you wanted?

I send the swarm, I send the horde

Then let my heart be hardened

And never mind how high the cost may grow

This will still be so

I will never let your people go

Thus saith the Lord

Thus saith the Lord

I will not

Let your (my) people go