Chant me into dispossession Ye who held my navel And crossed to the shores of earth As my voodoo watched your fragile steps With no evil stone cast II Chant me into dispossession Ye who fed through the clays of my pot In the dirty dust you now so abhor Deliver me from the spirit […]
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