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