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Curse Of The Voodoo PriestOn the floor convulsed by painStabbing through his chest His eyes rolled back His tongue is black Pierced by unseen blades In an old house in the swamp Ritual drums resound Needles in clay Again and again The priest cackles loud A man lies dead in his bed In his prime it's fair to say Nothing seems wrong His body was strong And yet he's cold as ice It is the curse of the vodoo priest His evil spells cause evil dreams Against the order of all natural life The body lives when the soul has died Beware the walking dead! Oh when the night is dark And the moon has shed its face The veil of the underworld covers the stars Around you the rusting of leaves can be heard The zombies are out to do their priests command Scared to death the woman cries She met her husband in the night Though six months ago They buried his corpse So to the asylum she goes |