Sing of the wings of a three toad frog   Eat weeds from the deepest part of the sea   bring the trumpet from heaven   And the fire from hell   Then nobody can break the spell      Chorus   Oh Dambala, come Dambala   Oh Dambala, come Dambala      On the seventh day God will appear   On the seventh night Satan will be there   On the seventh day God will appear   On the seventh night Satan will be there      Oh Dambala, come Dambala   Oh Dambala, come Dambala      You slavers will know what it's like to be a slave   A slave to your hearts, a slave to your head   A slave to your souls, a slave to your graves      You won't go to heaven   You won't go to hell   You'll remain in your graves   with the stench and the smell      Oh Dambala, come Dambala   Oh Dambala, come Dambala      I'll melt down your walls   I'll melt down your steel guns   I'll make you dumb   I'll make you blind      Dambala send demons   Dambala send angels   Dambala send fire   Dambala send water      Oh Dambala, come Dambala   Oh Dambala, come Dambala