Label: Metal Blade
Release Year: 1998
Producer: King Diamond
Co-Producer: Andy LaRocque, Sterling Winfield
Cover: Kristian Wahlin
1. Lousiana Darkness
2. LOA House
3. Life After Death
4. Voodoo
5. A Secret
6. Salem
7. One Down Two To Go
8. Sending Of Dead
9. Sarah's Night
10. The Exorcist
11. Unclean Spirits
12. Cross of Baron Samedi
13. If They Only Knew
14. Aftermath
Sarah Lafayette is sleeping, her husband is awake
The Summers' night is too hot
Feels like his majesty was here
Can you hear the voodoo drums
They're howling at the moon
Voodoo...voodoo...voodoo
1932, North of Baton Rouge
Lousiana nights are darker than before
Along the Mississippi, that it where it is
The old colonial house, a mansion if you will
White as snow
The mansion still seems to have its glow
And when the moon is full and white
You can hear the drums of Voodoo
Echo in the night
In the "LOA" house, misery will strike again
Jean La Noir, the first to own this house
He was a Voodoo priest, a Houngan so they say
The voodoo cemetary, that is where he is
Died at the hand of an evil Bocor's will
They say he's been walking the house
Ever since that day
And when the moon is full and white
You can hear the drums of Voodoo
Echo in the night
In the "LOA" house, misery will strike again
They should have never come, no, no, no
The never should have came to the "LOA" house
They should have never come, no, no, no
The never should have came to the "LOA" house
7 days ago...the Lafayette's moved in
Sarah is with child and David is the man
This is no Abigail, this child will survive
And Grandfather dear
Why did they bring him here?
White as snow, that is all he sees
Oh he's been blind for years
They should have never come, no, no, no
The never should have came to the "LOA" house
They should have never come, no, no, no
The never should have came to the "LOA" house
And when the moon is full and white
You can hear the drums of Voodoo, echo in the night
In the "LOA" house, misery will strike again
In the "LOA" house, misery will strike again
And again...and again...and again...and again...
Friday Night
Four shadows
Heading for he dark
Four shadows
Heading for the past
Four shadows
Heading for the graves in the wooded maze
Four shadows
Looking for the place without a trace
Midnight and they're here, midnight
The old burial ground...is part of the estate
Hidden by the heavy trees
Where Jean Le Noir he sleeps
The shadows move
They're hard to feed the dead
The shadows move
Cause there is life after death
Be patient and you will see
There is life after death
Be patient and you will see
Oh it must never end...never end, no
Midnight and they're here, midnight
Doctor Le Croix, he'a a voodoo sorcerer
Madame Sarita, she's got the snake in her
And Lula Chevalier
She's the girl that no one ever sees
Salem the servant, he belongs to the estate
The shadows move
They're here to feed the dead
The shadows move
The Lafayetttes are unaware
Their butler Salem, he is here
Voodoo has been his life
Voodoo cuts deep like a knife
The shadows move
They're here to feed the dead
The shadows move
Be patient and you will see
There is life after death
Be patient and you will see
Oh it must never end...never end, no
Midnight and they're here, midnight
Midnight...Life after death...
Saturday evening
A narrow path runs along the river
From the burial ground you might see it
Leading to a temple of secrets
Where they meet once a week
To dance and feast
Lula is dancing to the voodoo drums
Twisting, turning, round and round
She is ready to recieve the LOA
She is ready for the God
This one is Damballah
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo,
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo
Total emptiness inside
As Damballah gets ready for her ride
Casting out from Lula's head
One of two souls that seems to be dead
Travelling deep in a trance
Lula's legs are getting weak
The LOA has seized its horse...sssssssssss
Lula is not the one that's speaking now
Lula is not the one that's lying down
Drink, drink girl, drink the chicken's blood
Drink, drink girl, drink and feed the God
If this is all you think they do
Oh you better think again
Cause there is so much more to Voodoo
Oh than meets the eye
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo,
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo
Human hair on waxen legs
Pins through their knees
Pins through their little heads
And through their bellies
Ahhh they're coming to get you
They're coming for you
Ahhh they're coming to get you
They're coming for you now
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo,
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo...
Sunday noon
In the "LOA" mansion
The Lafayette's are meeting
There's a crisis they must resolve
Twice since they moved into this house
The Voodoo drums have spoken at night
The mansion in a dark gloomy place
A haunted landscape, a house without grace
The Voodoo burial ground is the key
Get rid of that and they're free
It must remain a secret
Or the plan will never work
It must remain a secret
In comes Salem, he's 6 feet tall and dark
He is the new found butler of the "LOA" house
They ask him for advice regarding their plan
To destroy the cemtary on their land
We must do what must be done
If you steal the grave from one who sleeps
He will come for you to set him free
You must not break the chain
Salem: "Jean La Noir's spirit
Walks this house at night
Never will he leave
Cause this is where he died
Great Wanga will hit you if you do
Destroy the cemetary of Voodoo"
It must remain a secret
Or the plan will never work
It must remain a secret
Superstitious we are not
Saturday Midnight
Midnight that same night
The Lafeyettes were sleeping
Midnight that same night
There is a shadow creeping
Salem is moving without a sound
Salem is moving...moving
Moving to the burial ground
So hot and quiet, only the leaves are shaking
By one of the graves, Doctor Le Croix is waiting
Salem is moving without a sound
Salem is moving...moving
Moving to the burial ground
Doctor Le Croix, shaking the hand of salem
My my my my my God
This makes me feel uneasy
In shock...Le Croix is terrfied
This could be the end
Fear turns to hate
"Great Wanga will befall the Lafeyettes
Salem, help me, save us
Salem, help me, save us
By turning them to dust
Take this money and off you go
To Madame Sarita's Boutique of Voodoo
A snake curse and a little 'Goofer Dust'
This could be an easy way
To turn the Lafeyettes to dead"
Two hours later, Salem leaves Madame Sarita
My my my my my God, Salem is looking scary
My my my my my God
Now he's heading for the cemetary
Kneeling in front of one of the graves
A handful of soil and Salem is on his way
He must leave a copper penny as payment for the soil
And to protect himself
From all the spirits that could come
And dig themselves into his head...
Dead...dead...dead..Salem is here
By the house, in the dark, there is a shadow digging
The snake in the bottle, is buried and it's ready
Salem is moving without a sound
Everyone's sleeping, but me
Cause I don't need it...No
Monday morning
The Sun has risen, just above the trees
The birds are singing, it' just like a dream
What a perfect morning...it could have been
Salem's in the kitchen and that's a sin
Eggs for three and a little tea
Mixed with the graveyard dirt...from yesterday
Anybody eating Salem's 'A La Carte' today
Should be taken ill and...waste away
(Salem Thinking To Himself)
"You used to be so beautiful
But now you're gonna die
You used to be so beautiful
But now you're gonna die
Die, both of you...are gonna die
Die, die, both of you...are gonna die...die, die"
Salem's walking up the stairs to the second floor
Silver tray in hand...knocking at the door
(Salem Thinking To Himself)
"You used to be so beautiful
But now you're gonna die
You used to be so beautiful
But now you're gonna die
Die, both of you...are gonna die
Die, die both of you...are gonna die"
In a fever, sick as Hell
David's got a snake bite, and all is well
Salem thinks to himself:
One down, two to go "Oh Madame he's got the flu"
One down, two to go "Oh Madame he's got the flu"
The problem is that Sarah's morning sick again
That pregnant woman, always something wrong
You used to be so beautiful
But now you're gonna die
You used to be so beautiful
But now you're gonna die
Die...Sarah die, Sarah die
Die, die...Sarah die, Sarah die
Monday evening
Evening, the Sun is setting
Silence is all you hear
David, getting really sick
He is sweating like a pig
The fever's got him now
And Sarah's father dear
The morning snack has put him on his back
He should have stayed in bed...oh why didn't he?
The sun is setting, silence is all you hear
Sarah: "Salem what's going on?"
Salem, "Let me tell you a story Madame
A secret about your land
A reason...for all this maddness
Let me tell you a story Madame
The burial ground on your land
Is a secret voodoo stand
If you ever destroy this sacred place
Legend says that you will die
And never find your rest
I'm telling the truth..Oh yes I am
If the living can't feed the dead"
Sarah: "You better hold your tongue now Salem
Cause I don't believe in ghosts"
There's only one thing left to do now
And that is "Sending of Dead"
The four shadows are meeting again
At the cemetary gates, darkness is a friend
Midnight will soon be here
Everything should be ready now
For "Sending of Dead"
Place the image of Saint Expedit
Upside down and around
I hear Doctor Le Croix speaking
"Let the ritual begin"
"Almighty God, Father of mine
Come for Sarah Lafeyettte
That she may be "Disappeared", forever lost
Saint Expedit, you are a saint and I am a sinner
I send you to find...Sarah Lafeyette
Oh, rid me of her head, and rid me of her soul
Rid me of all her thoughts, rid me of her memory
For this curse to work
Baron Samedi, Samedi, Samedi,
Send your blessing so Sarah may be gone"
As if he was sent from the sky
Baron Samedi, creeps inside
The doctor's body...speaking to Salem
Samedi: "You must bring me a sacrifice
You must come back before midnight
Kneel before my cross"...Salem is there
He takes a handful of soil from each grave
Of the dead he wants to send...into Sarah
Now quick quick run back to the HOUSE
The soil must lie where Sarah sleeps
Monday night-Tuesday morning, master bedroom
Salem's standing in the dark
Watching Sarah's sleeping body
Someone is in her bed
Twisting, turning in his fever
David will not even see her
I am invisible...I am the one to bring you down
I open my hand, the 'Goofer Dust' is falling
It's now on Sarah's hand
You can almost see the dead
As they enter Sarah's head
Then deep into the stomach
I wonder how the baby feels
Violently she's sitting up
Screams of pain, I know she's hurting
I only see the white in her eyes
Sarah speaks in an unknown tongue
Then she spits a little blood
The time has come, I must be gone
In comes Grandpa, what is he doing
I thought I had him not moving
But the dead in Sarah's head
Will take her to an early grave
Salem is gone
Grandpa: "Go back to sleep my dear
It's just another nightmare
Those God damn Voodoo drums
I will stay in here tonight
And keep an open eye
So you can sleep again...
Sarah sleep...Sarah sleep...
Sarah sleep..."
Tuesday morning
At the light of dawn
On a day without Sunshine, Salem had vanished
Gone, would Sarah, would she survive
Grandpa was panicking
Father Malone- The Exorcist
Father Malone- The Exorcist
Sarah's voice had changed from female to male
And that was wrong, it was as if Sarah
Had gone, Grandpa remembered his friend
Father Malone was his name
Grandpa: "Put me through New Oreleans
The Abbey of Holy Saints
Father Malone please...it's urgent
You got to, you got to, you got to put me through"
It only took a minute or two
Before the father he understood
Father Malone: "Listen here my friend
Do not despair...I will be there..this afternoon
But beware of the daytime Moon."
Father Malone- The Exorcist
Father Malone- He is here
Father Malone:
"Holy cross and bible, Holy Water for the soul
And so the house I bless, but David he's got to go
Call for an ambulence before the others know."
The he went back to Sarah's room
Tuesday early morning
Father Malone: "Holy Lord, Almighty Father
Everlasting God and father of our Lord Jesus Christ
Who sent your only begotten son into this world
To crush that lion
Stike terror Lord, into the beast
Let your mighty hand cast him out of your servant
Sarah Lafayette
So he may no longer hold captive this prisoner
I cast you out, you unclean spirit
In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ
It is he who commands you
It is God himself who commands you
By the sign of the Holy Cross
Give way to Christ
The power of Christ compels you
The power of Christ compels you
The power....The Power
Tuesday evening
One single hour, is like a working day
Father Malone is getting tired
Darkness...has come again
The Demons seem to be resting
Sarah is looking just like Hell
There ain't much left to save her now
Meanwhile in Salem's quarters
There's a shadow that moves
Into a room of secrets of life
Into a room only a few have survived
There is a cross upon the wall
The cross of Baron Samedi
The shadow is taking the cross away
The shadow is Lula, the girl that no one ever sees
I see her shadow with that cross of mine
I see her shadow slipping into the night
The cross of Baron Samedi will set us free
The cross of Baron Samedi, just wait and see
The cross of Baron Samedi is full of nails
The cross of Baron Samedi could split your head
Take it to Sarah...Take it to Sarah...Sarah...
Darkness...she's up again
Sarah is standing in front of Father Malone
Sleeping...the Father's on a chair
Sarah is saying: "Father I'm about to sin"
Then one to the Father's head
The cross is coming down so hard
Screaming, bleeding, Malone goes down
Again and...again and...his blood is all around
In comes Grandpa: "Stop it Sarah stop"
I don't know why but Sarah dropped the cross
Two hours later everyone was here
Police and ambulence, wiping up the tears
Samedi...Samedi...Samedi...
Tuesday night-Monday morning
I heard a policeman say to Grandpa:
"There was once a Salem
The careaker of the "LOA" house
But he died years ago.
As a matter of fact
He's buried right here on your land."
If they only knew
The "LOA" house and the voodoo burial ground
Are still standing in all their glory.
The Lafayette's left the hospital and Louisana
And went to...I don't care.
Malone survived, he's a scared old man now,
By the way, my name is Salem.
You cannot say, that everbody's happy,
But you can say, that everybody is now
Safe from each other.
At least I thought so until a few days ago
When I heard of some mother
By the name of Sarah Lafayette
Who's newborn baby was speaking
In the strangest tongue,
Backwards.
A miracle?
Some expert had muttered the word:
Voodoo
