Woe onto thee Egypt as thy life giving Nile turns into a pool ov blood
As the crops wither, as the people despair, they are further mocked by a
Nuisance ov frogs
Lice and flies swarm the land, bringing forth terror and plague
Livestock dies, the Lord hardens the Pharaoh’s heart again

Boils strike our skin, itching to scratch through to our very flesh
Our homes are stricken down with hail, hail, hail, locusts seize the moment
And press
Great darkness descends upon our land, we know not ov the worst yet to come
After all this torment and torture, He takes our firstborns

Night envelops the gift of the Nile
I come down to pass judgement
House by house, I seek blood
The protective token

Should it be not on the door
The house is mine to enter
The firstborns’ lives are mine to take
At the altar of my splendor

Hava nagila, their firstborns are dead
Hava nagila, their firstborns are dead
Hava nagila, their firstborns are dead
Hava nagila, their firstborns are dead