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• Artiste: Peyton Parrish
• Titre: The Plagues
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Thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord Thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord Thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord Thus saith the Lord, thus saith the Lord Since you refuse to free my people All through the land of Egypt I send a pestilence and plague Into your house, into your bed Into your streams, into your streets Into your drink, into your bread Upon your cattle, on your sheep Upon your oxen in your field Into your dreams, into your sleep Until you break, until you yield I send the swarm, I send the horde Thus saith the Lord Once I called you brother Once I thought the chance to make you laugh was all I ever wanted I send the thunder from the sky I send the fire raining down And even now I wish that God had chose another Serving as your foe on his behalf is the last thing that I wanted I send a hail of burning ice On every field, on every town This was my home All this pain and devastation How it tortures me inside All the innocent who suffer From your stubbornness and pride I send the locusts on a wind Such as the world has never seen On every leaf, on every stalk Until there's nothing left of green I send my scourge, I send my sword Thus saith the Lord You who I called brother Why must you call down another blow? I send my scourge, I send my sword Let my people go Thus saith the Lord Thus saith the Lord You who I called brother How could you have come to hate me so? Is this what you wanted? I send the swarm, I send the horde Then let my heart be hardened And never mind how high the cost may grow This will still be so I will never let your people go Thus saith the Lord Thus saith the Lord I will not let your (my) people go