One ought not to have been besought Another father as outcome of figment For the womb of isis, gut their thoughts Regurgitating the crown prince This realm’s like a curse sourdough Curtailed by the sorcerer’s hand Augmenting wizardry and superstitions Adding a bale to its suffering Every firstborn male shall sanctify The omnipotence of my name For I am determined to strike The blasphemy of their blame I am sparing them from common death For I’m bringing humiliation and disgrace Against the pantheon made by the dead By which they bow their shame Splash blood on the two doorposts In every house in which they eat the lamb This is the signal dipped in blood The death’s plague’s come to this land The mighty nile river burgeons largesse Sparkling from the ethiopian mountains The crocodile rises over the jackals' nest That breastfeeds their cubs bereft of faith Slaughter the passover sacrifice Dip a bunch of hyssops into the blood Is it possible for an immortal to die? Weren’t the firstborns the incarnation of God? The immortality of pharaoh Has built a glass pyramid For his nobles to reach the top The prophet blinded the eyes of ra It’s staggering in the midst of the darkness When the cripple tread it hard Moving in the deified uselessness Splash blood on the two doorposts Blaspheme the egyptians with the lamb This is the signal dipped in blood The death’s plague’s come to this land Immortal’s death, die the firstborn Praise the death of a God Mocking the gods Millions of servants, left to die Illusion of the book of the dead Gnats prepare the offering’s head For an unholy sacrifice They eat gods flesh Whatever the promise it is a lie You know there is no afterlife