(Gris gris for bad juju)
(Gris gris for bad juju)
(Gris gris for bad juju)

Dancing on a land where creatures crawl
beneath a big red moon, a pagan ritual

A ghostlike girl in a long black dress
wave her arms around like a marionette

Sac
Roux
D'os
(Gris gris for bad juju)

A sip of wine and two ancient coins
to cross river Styx, when the time comes

The blood appears and the crows likewise
You can see it all looking in my eyes


Tobacco and rum for Baron Samedi
(Om Kali Mataji, Om Kali Mataji)
Going north, to the realm of Mictlantecuhtli
(Om Kali Mataji, Om Kali Mataji)
People scream and turn into trees
(Om Kali Mataji, Om Kali Mataji)
now that sister crow is flying over me
(Om Kali Mataji, Om Kali Mata)

(Gris gris for bad juju)
(Gris gris for bad juju)
(Gris gris for bad juju)
(Gris gris for bad juju)
(Mama Roux)
(Gris gris for bad juju)
(Mama Roux)
(Gris gris for bad juju)

People chant and the bonfire burns
as their shadows dance and turn into smoke

Keep walking on until dawn's frontier
Maybe you'll be gone before the sun appears, like

Tobacco and rum for Baron Samedi
(Om Kali Mataji, Om Kali Mataji)
I'm going north, to the realm of Mictlantecuhtli
(Om Kali Mataji, Om Kali Mataji)
People scream and turn into trees
(Om Kali Mataji, Om Kali Mataji)
now that sister crow is flying over me
(Om Kali Mataji, Om Kali Mata)