الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
I've looked at your king - he's fallen ill
Nyemba has taken control of his
His soul the demons prey
He might not see another day
I can cure him with muti
Pay up and I'll do my duty
I swear you won't regret this
I will light the abyss
Bring me flesh
Even better fresh
Turn over stones
Bring me bones
Bring me a choir
To sing through fire
Worship the idol
Of spiritual revival
To the drums we dance
Until we enter a trance
The otherworld we draw
From the devils claws
We take the concoction from the coals
Rub it inside his wounds
Muti will redeem his soul
Return the life death stole
Muti killing
