Woe onto thee Egypt as thy life giving Nile turns into a pool ov blood As the crops wither, as the people despair, they are further mocked by a nuisance ov frogs Lice and flies swarm the land, bringing forth terror and plague Livestock dies, the Lord hardens the Pharaoh's heart again
Boils strike our skin, itching to scratch through to our very flesh Our homes are stricken down with hail, hail, hail, locusts seize the moment and press Great darkness descends upon our land, we know not ov the worst yet to come After all this torment and torture, He takes our firstborns
Night envelops the gift of the Nile I come down to pass judgement House by house, I seek blood The protective token
Should it be not on the door The house is mine to enter The firstborns' lives are mine to take At the altar of my splendor
Hava nagila, their firstborns are dead Hava nagila, their firstborns are dead Hava nagila, their firstborns are dead Hava nagila, their firstborns are deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
