“[(spoken – chilling calm, close to mic, slight reverb)]
They talked / They danced
They mocked / My town! My crown!
Now they wander / Now they kneel
Now we ride / We strike them down”
“[(chant – deep, slow, full chest resonance, heavy stomp accents)]
Strike the dust
Call the steel
Show my wrath
Show I’m real”
“[(sung – deliberate, icy, strings pulsing beneath)]
My son is gone
And yet they walk
I drown in grief
And yet they talk
They think the sea
Will be their friend
But tides are chains
And I won’t bend “
“Their promised land?
Cut their breath!
Let them see
Their promised death! “
“[(rap sequence – measured but venomous, trap beat enters with heavy
sub-bass, marching cadence under)]
The walls I built, they tore them down
I ruled in peace / Now they’ll drowned
My firstborn’s bed was carved in gold
Now his warmth, his blood is cold
You want Exodus?
Then earn the cost
I was Pharaoh
Now I am lost
They cracked the gods
They cracked the air
Now I’ll chase them
Until they tear
They thought they could, flee
Now at the Red, Sea
I’ll be where I should, be
Until they’re dead, see “
“[(shout, synchronized stomps and spear strikes, militaristic cadence)]
Hunt them down!
Break their line!
Dust to dust
Time to time!”
“[(sung – high fury, brass surging, strings in sharp tremolo)]
Let their cries
Be swallowed whole
Let their bodies
Pay the toll
I was kind
And all was fine
I gave mercy
Not this time!”
“[(chant in echo, widening reverb, stomps continuing underneath):]
Hunt them down
Hunt them down
Hunt them down
Hunt them down
Now”
