Testo di Muti

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