The Papa was bound to the fires of hell
Alone he spoke to Satan himself
Casting curses on those who opposedThe rule of his land his sinister goal
With Baron at hand his reign was cruel
Up on his thrown he forced his view
Sacrificing citizens
Experimenting with their skin
Voodoo this Papa did preach, cold blooded
An undying loyalty, with a legion Ton Ton′s at his calling
At his mercy
A tyrant's dream, a land too scared to disagree
Each threat was real, opposition lived a short existence
Witchcraft supreme, black magic gripped him tightly
Examples made
For he cast a spell on JFK
Headshot
He′s a Voodoo Bastard
Grotesque scenes of witchery
He's Ruthless to his enemy's
By the power of Samedi
Traitors strung up with fury
Sucking everybody dry
Exercising greedy might
Voodoo Bastard
A rule to the grave
Still the native′s shake when they hear his name
Donations to aid the sick disappeared into his pocket
Strung bodies engraved
Vengeance met each challenge made
In his kingdom of blood
A reign of terror and fear and possession
Our Doc who art in the National Palace, hallowed be thy name
Severed heads displayed to feed craze
Behold the voodoo spirits
Conjuring each step from the skull off a severed head
It seemed the dead knew best
From a serpent without a face you′ll die
From the bogeyman you cannot hide
Baron will catch you every time
Struck down by the fury and wrath of light
Cast into eternal fire
