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