Lyrics Creeping Death - Scream Inc.

Creeping Death

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
I’m sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born Pharaoh son
I’m 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