Testo di Voodoo

(Saturday evening) A narrow path runs along the river From the burial ground you might see it Leading to a temple of secrets Where they meet once a week to dance and feast Lula is dancing to the voodoo drums Twisting, turning, round and round She is ready to receive the LOA She is ready for the God This one is Damballah Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Total emptiness inside As Damballah gets ready for her ride Casting out from Lula's head One of two souls that seems to be dead Travelling deep in a trance Lula's legs are getting weak The LOA has seized its horse Lula is not the one that's speaking now Lula is not the one that's lying down Drink, drink girl, drink the chicken's blood Drink, drink girl, drink and feed the God Lf this is all you think they do, oh you better think again 'Cause there is so much more to voodoo, oh than meets the eye Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Human hair on waxen dolls, pins through their knees Pins through their little heads, and through their bellies Ahh they're coming to get you, they're coming for you Ahh they're coming to get you, they're coming for you Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo