| Drinking and dancing and female nudity
|
| Dancing round the bonfire as they weave their witchery
|
| Disembrained bodies coming back from the dead
|
| Disembowelled hands take the brains from your head
|
| Because once you look into their eyes
|
| You’ll see their faces is full of worms
|
| A heap of guts in clever disguise
|
| Their aim to make you zombified
|
| No! |
| (No!) It can’t be you, you’re dead! |
| (Dead!)
|
| No! |
| (No!) You can’t bury me, I’m alive! |
| (Alive!)
|
| Lusting for treasure and killing for wealth
|
| Enslaving the natives and toasting your health
|
| Drums of the voodoo gods are sounding out in the swamp
|
| Resurrection ritual, it’s you that they want
|
| Once you look into their eyes you’ll soon become a ghoul of gore
|
| Zombies teach cannibals to be afraid
|
| They’re cruel like never before
|
| Approaching the plantation at the setting of the sun
|
| Now you’ll see before your eyes what voodoo rites have done
|
| Retiring to your mansion to count your wealth once more
|
| Fingernails will scratch the pine as you’re throwing back the door to say… |