You are the last one You still can not give in Your obstinent heart Asks for the final plague No one will be left behind, all firstborns will die Only doors with marks of blood Angel Of Death is passing by Heading for our freedom, pursued by the enemies As we go across the Red Sea, Pharaoh shall taste our victory Six hundred chariots, With warrios on them all Surrounded by clouds And by water walls They all ran for their doom, straight to the waters grave All of them found their tomb, none escaped that rave Heading for our freedom, pursued by the enemies As we go across the Red Sea, Pharaoh shall taste our victory