Flames in the night

Smoke in the day

Run, quickly go

They're coming to take you away.

Violence and bloodshed

Your flesh and their sword

Here come the horses

The slaughtering horde.

Led by forces

Great and deadly

Near the oceans

Painful medley.

The old man, he

Wields great power

Their oppressors

They should cower.

Pharaoh cries "go, charge ahead"

Into the end of days

Chariots create great thunder

Stopped by wall of flames.

His most trusted servant standing

He alone holds the key

He raises great arms, to

Move the ancient sea.

Dark and silent

Bound by water

Horses stomping

Wait for slaughter.

Stunned eyes lift up

To the sky

They shall be the

First to die.

Silent corpses

Ever after

Shake before the

Devil's laughter.