There's always a choice
Which way to go
Even if you're the king
If you don't let us go
To worship our God
You will see major signs

The water shall turn to blood
Lice shall rise from the dust
Hordes of frogs come out of water
Hailstorm shall strike the ground
Stretch out your hand
Toward the sky
Darken all of the earth

Let egyptians see
The weakness of ra
The folly of their belief
One might wonder
How dour the king must be
How much longer
Will it take till we are free?

No cure for plague of boils
No hope when thunder spoils
No escape from the darkness
No point to fight our God