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, all 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
Lulas legs are getting weak
The loa has seized it's horse
Lula is not the one, she is not that's speaking now
Lula is not the one, the one that's lying down
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, voodoo, voodoo
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo
Voodoo