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 Traveling deep in a trance Lula's legs are getting weak "The LOA has seized its horse" ...sssssss
Lula is not the one that's speaking now Lula is not the one that's lying now
Drink, drink girl, drink the chicken's blood Drink, drink girl, drink and feed the God
If 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 now
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo... Voodoo.....Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
