Dambala

Oh, Dambala, come Dambala

Sing of the wings of a three-toed frog

Eat weeds from the deepest part of the sea

Oh, Dambala, come Dambala

Oh, Dambala, come Dambala

On the seventh day, God will be there

On the seventh night, Satan will be there

On the seventh day, God will be there

On the seventh night, Satan will be there

You slavers will know

What it's like to be a slave

A slave to your hearts

A slave to your souls

Oh, Dambala, come Dambala

Oh, Dambala, come Dambala

You slavers will know

What it's like to be a slave

A slave to your minds

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