Vane - The Ritual Lyrics

Time to feed the dead. Now bring forth the doll
Bestow to the Loa what is due
I'll break your soul into pieces
You will meet the ones I serve
In a minute you'll crawl in your own feces

Look in the barrel and see the eyes of doom
Snake will have your mind long before we're through
So where the f*ck are you?

Oh Damballah! bring her nothing but pain!
This gal will never, never be the same!

So it starts a thick cloud of Incense around
Let her breathe, let her feel the bind
Great slave you will make
Grave path he plans for you to take

So let the wangan wraiths
Surround you they will show the path
By Obeah you were made
Now Samedi wants his prey

Oh damballah! bring her nothing but pain!
This gal will never be the same
Hear (Me) Obeahman! She is on her way
This gal will never, never be the same!

Oh damballah! bring her nothing but pain!
This gal will never be the same
Hear me Obeahman! She is on her way
This gal will never, never be the same, yeah!
Now bring us, bring us our prey...