Down in the Caribbean, where the shadows creep,
Where the drums beat low and spirits don't sleep.
There's magic whispered in the air,
A force unseen, but everywhere.
Candles flicker, incense burns,
The spirits rise, the shadows turn.
Hands of power, hearts so true,
Welcome to the world of Voodoo.
Voodoo's callin' under diasporic sway,
Where secrets linger and shadows play.
Mystic hands, chants so deep,
Spirits wake from Haiti's sleep.
Through smoke and song, through dance and rhyme,
The power flows beyond all time.
In the night, they rise anew,
Feel the heartbeat of Voodoo.
A charm for luck, a spell for love,
Guided by the stars above.
A doll, a candle, secrets told,
Revelations born in fires of old.
The drums beat wild, the rhythm grows,
As orphic chants and legends flow.
In hidden places, shadows move,
To the forgotten rhythms that spirits prove.
Voodoo's callin' under diasporic sway,
Where secrets linger and shadows play.
Mystic hands, chants so deep,
Spirits wake from Haiti's sleep.
Through smoke and song, through dance and rhyme,
The power flows beyond all time.
In the night, they rise anew,
Feel the heartbeat of Voodoo.
Feel the chills, the touch of fate,
The magic waits, its never late.
A world unseen, a world so near,
Where life and death are crystal clear.
Voodoo's callin' under diasporic sway,
Where secrets linger and shadows play.
Mystic hands, chants so deep,
Spirits wake from Haiti's sleep.
Through smoke and song, through dance and rhyme,
The power flows beyond all time.
In the night, they rise anew,
Feel the heartbeat of Voodoo.
So step inside, don't be afraid,
Where magic's strong, and spirits wade.
In the dark, a mystic hue,
Feel the timeless pull of Voodoo.