As twilight falls,
You can feel the curse of the voodoo queen,
An eerie cackle carried by the breeze,
Doomed souls rise up from the mist,
She haunts the town, she's cursed the land,
You'll catch her spell, at the tolling of the bell!
Born in the land of the damned,
Creatures whispering her name,
A reign of terror strikes the town,
Run and hide, for she is never satisfied!