[Intro] (Starts with a dry, clicking woodblock rhythm. A heavy, sub-bass kick drum enters. You hear the sound of a ritual rattle and a low, gravelly voice whispering in the background) (Chant: Zu-ma, Zu-ma... Te-ka...) [Verse 1] The shadows are pulsing on the clubroom wall I hear the spirit and I hear the call The smoke is rising like a ghost in the air There’s a strange kind of magic moving everywhere Forget your name and forget your face You’re caught in the grip of a sacred space. [Pre-Chorus] (Call: Can you feel the power?) (Response: In the midnight hour!) (Chant: Vo-doo, Vo-doo!) [Chorus] It’s the Voodoo Voltage, the electric spell A story that only the rhythm can tell From the ancient bone to the copper wire We’re dancing through the digital fire (Chant: Ma-gi-a! Ma-gi-a! - Magic) Surrender your soul to the frequency. [Instrumental Interlude: Tribal Tech Drop] (The melody cuts out. A massive, percussive Tech-House drop. Heavy log drums and syncopated shakers create an intense, driving rhythm. Glitchy, pitched-down shamanic chants echo through the beat) [Verse 2] The floor is shaking like the earth in a storm The cold machine is getting heavy and warm The rhythm is a medicine, the beat is a cure The energy is primal and the spirit is pure Don’t try to fight it, just let it take hold A new kind of power, a new kind of gold. [Chorus] It’s the Voodoo Voltage, the electric spell A story that only the rhythm can tell From the ancient bone to the copper wire We’re dancing through the digital fire (Chant: Ma-gi-a! Ma-gi-a! - Magic) Surrender your soul to the frequency. [Instrumental Bridge: Percussion and Vocal Build-up] (Everything focuses on the drums. A rapid-fire Djembe-solo is layered over the mechanical house beat. A group of voices chants "He-ya! He-ya!" in a rising crescendo until the white-noise riser explodes back into the groove) [Verse 3] The sun is coming but the night is our home In this temple of rhythm, we’re never alone The shaman is mixing the light and the sound While we are shaking the hallowed ground Voodoo Voltage in the palm of your hand The pulse of the future, the soul of the land. [Chorus] It’s the Voodoo Voltage, the electric spell A story that only the rhythm can tell From the ancient bone to the copper wire We’re dancing through the digital fire (Chant: Ma-gi-a! Ma-gi-a! - Magic) Surrender your soul to the frequency. [Outro] (Chant: Zu-ma... Zu-ma...) (The heavy kick drum continues for a while, getting more and more distorted. One by one, the percussions fall away, leaving only the low ritual rattle and a fading electronic hum) (Fading whisper: The spirits are here...) [End]
