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the plagues - ralph fiennes |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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all through the land of egypt... |
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i send a pestilence and plague |
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into your house, into your bed |
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into your streams, into your streets |
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into your drink, into your bread |
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upon your cattle, on your sheep |
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upon your oxen in your field |
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into your dreams, into your sleep |
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until you break, until you yield |
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i send the swarm, i send the horde |
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thus saith the lord |
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once i called you brother |
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once i thought the chance |
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to make you laugh |
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was all i ever wanted... |
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i send the thunder from the sky |
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i send the fire raining down |
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and even now i wish that god |
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had chose another |
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serving as your foe on his behalf |
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is the last thing that i wanted... |
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i send a hail of burning ice |
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on ev'ry field, on ev'ry town |
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this was my home |
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all this pain and devastation |
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how it tortures me inside |
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all the innocent who suffer |
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from your stubbornness and pride... |
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i send the locusts on a wind |
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such as the world has never seen |
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on ev'ry leaf, on ev'ry stalk |
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until there's nothing left of green |
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i send my scourge, i send my sword |
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thus saith the lord! |
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you who i called brother |
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why must you call down another blow? |
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i send my scourge, i send my sword |
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let my people go |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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you who i called brother |
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how could you have come to hate me so? |
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is this what you wanted? |
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i send the swarm, i send the horde... |
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then let my heart be hardened |
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and never mind how high the cost may grow |
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this will still be so: |
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i will never let your people go... |
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thus saith the lord |
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thus saith the lord |
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i will not... |
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let your (my) people go! |
