Pragas
O Principe do Egito
Plagues
The Lord said,
Free my people
To the great land of Egypt!
Every plague, pestilence
I will send to your house, to your bed, to your streets
Upon the drink and the bread
And your cattle, the sheep and the cattle will die
If I am not obeyed, the Egyptians will suffer
The plagues will bring terror, said the Lord!
My brother you were
When in other times to cheer you up
Was what I wanted
I will send thunder from the sky
Balls of fire will rain down!
I wish God would choose another
To come fulfill this mission
Such a task I did not want
I will send hailstones of fire
To every field and region!
It was my home
Destruction, pain, and ruin torment my being
Many innocents suffer
Because of your pride
I will send the locusts
So many never seen
And they will cut every leaf
And eat all the green!
The plagues will bring terror, said the Lord!
My brother you were
Why does your people want to hurt?
The plagues will bring terror!
Let my people go, said the Lord!
The Lord said!
My brother you were
Why with your hatred strike me?
Is that what you wanted
The plagues will bring terror!
I am hardened
No matter what it may cost me
I will act this way
I will never let your people go!
Said the Lord!
Said the Lord!
I will not let your people go!
Let my people go!
