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