Voodoo Doll - Paul Roland

These waters are dark, these waters are deep

Deep as the glowering sky,

Its shimmering sheen is not what it seems,

The stars have come here to die.

Bring me a soul to make her whole,

a skin for dancing in,

Cut me a robe from toe to lobe

and we’ll hear the spirits sing

We’re men with no name, taken in chains,

And fed to the great white whale,

Swallowed up whole, body and soul

Then disgorged where the white ship sails.

Bring me a soul to make her whole,

a skin for dancing in,

Cut me a robe from toe to lobe

and we’ll hear the spirits sing

Dumbala knows, Dumbala sees, Dumbala hears our cry,

We’ve come from the sun to a sorrowful place

Where the stars are cast out of the sky.

Bring me a soul to make her whole,

a skin for dancing in,

Cut me a robe from toe to lobe

and we’ll hear the spirits sing

White is the wax, keen is the blade,

Blue is the softening flame,

Walk at my will, speak when I say,

Come when I call your name.

Bring me a soul to make her whole,

a skin for dancing in,

Cut me a robe from toe to lobe

and we’ll hear the spirits sing