The drums are beating,
My voice is screaming,
The fire's burning,
Your body's moaning.
Dance Voodoo - that's what I'm loving!

In the sorcerer's gaze
Wisdom spreads through the space;
The darkness fills his black eyes,
I feel his power inside.

A beast crawls up my back,
It bites a vein in my neck;
The shaman stands next to me,
And beats the drum made of skin.

In the heart of the night
Red light bleeds from the skies,
It shackles my senses at once,
Pulling me deep into trance.

The morning makes me wake up,
Devours my dreams in one gulp;
This night will never come back,
But the bite still burns in my neck.