Voodoo Serpent Queen

“Zya-zya lékéré, tanbou fè kè mwen flanm, Fwa nan lonbraj, mwen danse ak van, Kraze lannwit, mwen rele zanset yo, Fè chemen ouvè, mwen vini pou yo!” Sitar hums like a serpent waking, Dust swirling under my bare feet, Ram-skull mask tight to my breath, As the swamp lights open their golden eyes. I hear old sins hissing in pine bark, Their whispers crawling up my tattoos, Purple fire in my human eyes, A daughter of dusk with a curse in her blood. Lalin vire, mwen pa pè, for the moon remembers everything, Tèt yo tonbe, mwen pran fòs, and every shadow bows when I call. Ay-té, mwen leve… Sharpened storms rising through my bones, Zantray boule… I bring judgment dressed in smoke, Rivyè wouj, se volonte mwen… Feathers sink in swamp water behind me, A trail the spirits mark in silver, The night cracks open with static, Calling my name in a voice like thunder. Drums tighten like a heartbeat hunt, My body swaying in old world trance, The ram skull’s breath becomes my own, And the earth rises under each step. Rasanble fòs mwen anba tè, grit grinding under my heels, Lavi tounen, san peye, for no sin stays buried forever. Ay-té, vwa mwen koule… Sharpened storms rising through my bones, Zantray boule… I bring judgment dressed in smoke, Kè yo fann, se jijman mwen… And I’ll burn the truth into every lie. He waits on the ridge with trembling grin, Thinking the past can stay dead forever, But I walk with storms at my back, A sermon of fire painted across my skin. He calls my name with a coward’s breath Too late; the curse already knows him. I see his guilt drip down like pitch, I see the fear he tried to break me with. Kout kouto fè zòn fèmen, the circle locks, he cannot flee, Jije pa limyè mwen, and every step he takes is mine. Ay-té, tanbou rele… The drums scream judgment at his spine, Fòk li peye… His lies unravel like rotting rope, Koule, kouri, ou pap sove… Not even the dark will hide him now. Sitar screams like a serpent dying, Thunder pounding the ritual ground, The ram-skull breathes with me, And the whole sky kneels to my wrath. Zya-zya, zanset frape pòt mwen, Fòk mwen danse, lage tout chenn yo, San tounen tè, reponn non mwen, Vwa mwen monte, mwen ranmase rèv yo!