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 feastLula 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 DamballahVoodoo, voodoo, voodoo
Voodoo, voodoo, voodooTotal emptiness inside
As Damballah gets ready for her ride
Casting out from Lula's head
One of two souls that seems to be deadTraveling deep in a trance
Lulas legs are getting weak
The loa has seized it's horseLula 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 GodIf this is all you think they do
Oh, you better think again
'Cause there is so much more to voodoo
Oh, than meets the eyeVoodoo, voodoo, voodoo
Voodoo, voodoo, voodooHuman 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 nowVoodoo, voodoo, voodoo
Voodoo, voodoo, voodooVoodoo, voodoo, voodoo
Voodoo, voodoo, voodooVoodoo, voodoo, voodoo
Voodoo