[Intro] [Atmospheric dark sounds] [Verse 1] [Deep male spoken word, chanting, guttural whispers, heavy reverb] The cypress drowns in the black of the bayou, Where the Spanish moss hangs like a hangman’s noose. The air is thick with the scent of decay, And the moon hides its face from the light of the day. [Hook] No birds will sing in this hollow of bones, Only the mud as it swallows the groans. [Chorus] [Heavy Industrial Beat] Hide your soul from the shadow’s reach, Beyond the prayers that the preachers preach. For the gate is open and the chains are thin, When the Loa come for the price of sin. Fear the rattle, fear the bone, The darkness claims what it calls its own. [Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 2] [Deep male spoken word, chanting, guttural whispers, heavy reverb] He draws the veve in the cold, white sand, With a jagged knife in a withered hand. The rum is poured and the cigars smoke, As he calls the spirits with a rhythmic croak. [Hook] Twisted dolls and a lock of hair, Darkness answers his desperate prayer. [Chorus] [Heavy Industrial Beat] Hide your soul from the shadow’s reach, Beyond the prayers that the preachers preach. For the gate is open and the chains are thin, When the Loa come for the price of sin. Fear the rattle, fear the bone, The darkness claims what it calls its own. [Instrumental Bridge] [Bridge] Crossroads meet where the blood runs cold, A bargain struck for a heart of gold. But the spirits never forget a debt, In the tangled web that the spider set. [Chorus] [Heavy Industrial Beat] Hide your soul from the shadow’s reach, Beyond the prayers that the preachers preach. For the gate is open and the chains are thin, When the Loa come for the price of sin. Fear the rattle, fear the bone, The darkness claims what it calls its own. ... ... [Outro]
