Voodoo — King Diamond

Saturday evening

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 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 ...

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

Human hair on waxen dools, pins through their knees Pins through their little heads, and through their bellics Ahh they're coming to get you, they're coming for you now

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo