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You see nothing very special about him.
Slaves - Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
Heed - To his every word, live in fear
Faith - Of the unknown one, the deliverer
Wait - Something must be done, four hundred years

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Now - Let my people go, land of goshen
Go - I will be with thee, bush of fire
Blood - Running red and strong, down the nile
Plague - Darkness three days long, hail to fire

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man

I - Rule the midnight air the destroyer
Born - I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I - Creep the steps and flood final darkness
Blood - Lambs blood painted door, I shall pass

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

You see before you a young woman, staring at you with devious eyes. Her auburn curls flow down her back like fire and she gives you a crooked smile as she fingers her dagger. It is no wonder they call her le Fay, of the Faery.

Kivrin, Wife of Smash, is a pretty lass, with long, dark, wavy hair,
slender of waist, soft of bosom, yet firm in her commitment to her
quest. Always looking for adventure, she roams Thera in search of
better magic, to rid the world of scum.