| It’s the night of All Saints' Day
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| The Graveyard Master is here to stay
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| Ritual drums and thunderlights
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| Scan the rhythm on Voo-doo night
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| Blood, black magic, drugs and sex:
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| This is the night of every excess!
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| When the virgin falls into a trance
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| All the dead will start to dance!
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| Dance! |
| Baron Samedi
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| Dance! |
| Baron Samedi
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| Dance! |
| Baron Samedi
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| It’s the night of All Saints' Day
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| The Graveyard Master is here to stay
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| Ritual drums and thunderlights
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| Scan the rhythm on Voo-doo night
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| Shake your head 'till your mind is blank!
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| Shake your body and break the rank!
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| Free yourself in every sense!
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| Give your soul up to this dance!
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| Dance! |
| Baron Samedi
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| Dance! |
| Baron Samedi
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| Dance! |
| Baron Samedi
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| I am the Bo-cor, the Deathlord’s voice!
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| I’ll lock your soul in my bottle
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| Then I’ll steal your corpse
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| Your will, will be mine!
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| Rest in peace, Baron Samedi!
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| Come to me, Dead, drom your tombs! |