The folly of the Pharoah
His ego left unchecked
He forgets that I am death
The plagues will ravage Egypt
The eighth is on it's way
Carried by the wings of akris
Hear the heavens call
The locusts from them fall
Consuming every morsel
Hear the heathens cry
The lowborn left to die
The wrath of god arrives
Great Moses stretch your hand
Destroy your captor's land
Every inch, dead and barren
His Hardened heart will fail
His people will be driven
They will know that, I am lord
Hear the heavens call
The locusts from them fall
Consuming every morsel
Hear the heathens cry
The lowborn left to die
The wrath of god arrives