{Drums are beating,
 Voice is screaming,
 Fire's burning,
 Body's curving.
 Dance VooDoo - That's what I'm loving!}

In the sorcerer's gaze -
Depth of wisdom and space;
Darkness fills his blind eyes,
Power flows from inside.

Something creeps on my back,
Bites the vein on my neck;
Shaman stands next to me,
Beating drum made of skin.

In the middle of night
From dark sky comes red light,
It congeals me at once,
Drives me to endless trance.

Morning makes me wake up,
Swallows dream at one gulp;
It will never be back
But the pain in my neck...