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