Yemoja bleeds

Oh Dambala, come Dambala

Think of the wings of a three-toed frog
Eat weeds from the deepest part of the sea
Bring the trumpet from heaven, and the fire from hell, then nobody can break the spell

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

You slavers will know
What it's like to be a slave
A slave to your heart
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

I'll melt down your walls
I'll melt your steel guns
I'll make you dumb
I'll make you blind
Dambala sends demons
Dambala sends angels
Dambala sends fire
Dambala sends water

Oh Dambala come Dambala