Uhhhhhh… …left foot… right foot… Mud-stomp make the ground shake. Bone shard clink on rusted plate. Kneel down low, let the spirit break. Left hand beckon, soul I take. Mud-stomp heavy, cypress boom. No clock tick, only Rada boom. Cowbell ring in the humid gloom. Bokor stand. Swamp's your tomb. Word is laid, no turnin' back. Bayou keep its secrets black. Flat-laid palm, a toothless grin. Gris-gris smoke, it wear you thin. Marsh gas sigh, the cypress knock. Shadow sway on wet mud-rock. (No soul go 'til he say) Bring the root, watch spirit sway. Mud-stomp make the ground shake. Bone shard clink on rusted plate. Kneel down low, let the spirit break. Left hand beckon, soul I take. Mud-stomp heavy, cypress boom. No clock tick, only Rada boom. Cowbell ring in the humid gloom. Bokor stand. Swamp's your tomb.
