Genocide For Praise - Vals For The Vitruvian Man

By this you will know that I am the LORD the rivers will turn
Over thy staff over water hordes of frogs are born
Small the dust of the land to become lice and gnats
For stolen worship an army of flies attack

Persuasive genocide death dealt for praise

On that same night I will pass through and strike down
I will bring judgment your first born is mine now

Pestilence of necessities realm of death be brought
Thy skin will crawl with boils left to fester
Hail pounds down pharaoh refuses
For stolen worship the wrath of myriad locusts

Persuasive genocide death dealt for praise

On that same night I will pass through and strike down
I will bring judgment your first born is mine now

Thou will feel the darkness and not see
For three days
Reliant on other senses I do decree
For three days

Stretch your hand out to the sky
Darkness spreads over
Refusing any compromise
The death of sun God grows closer

Persuasive genocide death dealt for praise

On that same night I will pass through and strike down
I will bring judgment your first born is mine now
On that same night I will pass through and strike down
I will bring judgment your first born is mine now