Dambala - EXUMa

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Sing of the wings, of a three toed frog

Eat weeds from the deepest part of the sea

Bring the trumpets from heaven

And the fire from hell

Then nobody can break the spell

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

On the seventh day, God will appear

On the seventh night, Satan will be there

On the seventh day, God will appear

On the seventh night, Satan will be there

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

You slavers will know

What it’s like to be a slave

A slave to your hearts

A slave to your heads

A slave to your souls

A slave to your graves

You won’t go to heaven

You won’t go to hell

You’ll remain in your graves

With the stench and the smell

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

I’ll melt down your walls

I’ll melt down your steel guns

I’ll make you dumb

I’ll make you blind

Dambala send demons

Dambala send angels

Dambala send fire

Dambala send water

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Oh Dambala, come Dambala