Dambala

Sing of the wings of a three toad 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 Chorus Oh Dambala, come Dambala 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 Oh Dambala, come Dambala You slavers will know what it's like to be a slave A slave to your hearts, a slave to your head 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 Oh Dambala, come Dambala I'll melt down your walls I'll melt down your steel guns I'll make you dumb I'll make you blind Dambala send demons Dambala send angels Dambala send fire Dambala send water Oh Dambala, come Dambala Oh Dambala, come Dambala