(Hetfield,Ulrich,Burton,Hammett) 6:36

                            Slaves
                            Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
                            Heed
                            To his every word, live in fear
                            Faith
                            Of the unknown one, the deliverer
                            Wait
                            Something must be done, four hundred years

                                      So let it be written
                                      So let it be done
                                      I'm sent here by the chosen one
                                      So let it be written
                                      So let it be done
                                      To kill the first born pharaoh son
                                      I'm creeping death
 
                            Now
                            Let my people go, land of goshen
                            Go
                            I will be with thee, bush of fire
                            Blood
                            Running red and strong, down the nil
                            Plague
                            Darkness three days long, hail to fire

                                      So let it be written
                                      So let it be done
                                      I'm sent here by the chosen one
                                      So let it be written
                                      So let it be done
                                      To kill the first born pharaoh son
                                      I'm creeping death
 
                                Die by my hand
                                I creep across the land
                                Killing first born man
                                Die by my hand
                                I creep across the land
                                Killing first born man
 
                            I
                            Rule the midnight air the destroyer
                            Born
                            I shall soon be there, deadly mass
                            I
                            Creep the steps and flood final darkness
                            Blood
                            Lambs blood painted door, I shall pass

                                      So let it be written
                                      So let it be done
                                      I'm sent here by the chosen one
                                      So let it be written
                                      So let it be done
                                      To kill the first born pharaoh son
                                      I'm creeping death