META.I. - Wrath of the Seven Plagues Lyrics

A river's blood, the first to fall, crimson waves, a desperate call
The waters tainted, life recedes, a crimson curse, the first of deeds
Frogs that leapt from every place, a plague of pests in every space
Their croaks a symphony of dread, as nature's fury starts to spread

Wrath of the seven plagues, descend upon the land
The power of the divine, with fury in command
From blood to darkness, locusts swarm, the earth and sky transform
Wrath of the seven plagues, the world is torn and worn

Gnats arise, a cloud of pain, in every breath, a cruel disdain
The dust of earth to torment turned, as suffering and anguish burned
Flies that swarmed, a wicked tide, no place to flee, no place to hide
A pestilence on beasts did fall, the cattle dying, one and all

Boils and sores on flesh did form, a silent scream, a human storm
The pain that seared through every vein, a testament to wrath's domain
Hail and fire from the skies, a storm of death, a world baptized
In nature's fury, cries of fear, the end of days, destruction near

Wrath of the seven plagues, descend upon the land
The power of the divine, with fury in command
From blood to darkness, locusts swarm, the earth and sky transform
Wrath of the seven plagues, the world is torn and worn

Locusts came, devouring all, crops and dreams began to fall
A barren land left in their wake, a hunger no man could forsake
Darkness fell, a shroud of night, no star, no moon, no guiding light
For days on end, the darkness reigned, a shadow where no hope remained

The final plague, the darkest hour, the breath of death, the final power
Firstborn taken, lives did cease, a cry of sorrow, no release
Wrath of the seven plagues, a tale of might and woe (might and woe)
A story told through time, of power's final blow (final blow)