black magic and voodoo
just what actually
Can you really really do?
Go ahead and stick your pin
Play with your pretty doll
I assure you that you will not win
Never mind the pseudo-spiritual twist
Put your pins in every vile little doll
In Christ I have peace and stand tall.
I am not afraid, nor am I afraid.
Cause your doll looks nothing like me
Plus I’ve been all over the world
Haiti, Brazil and in dark spots of Africa
I am a spiritual lion connected to my Creator
The devil lacks creativity and is nothing more than a copycat.
What in vain does quite badly and pitifully.
I believe in Jesus Christ and in spirituality
Keep your dead religion centered on filthy fear
None of that matters to me to hug, or listen
The power of the risen Christ, this I appreciate
Black magic and voodoo are completely strange
I like that the prophet Elijah mocks and mocks
Realizing fully that it cannot impart life, nor endear
Neither can he guide, direct his life or direct
You towards the entrance to the blessed promised land
Voodoo and black magic tend to poverty
Start shy and live in the dark.
Live with confusion, miserable apprehension
But with Christ there is trust and certainty.
The blessed Holy Spirit powerfully fills me
fills me to overflowing, displaying his divine power
When the Name of Jesus is pronounced, the demons run away
I rejoice dancing, shouting, clapping and laughing
As Almighty God and the fragile disguises of satanic power arise
They are cut, cut, beat, broken and fall to the side of the waist.
Jesus my Lord, Christ my redeemer, with open arms
A loving smile on His face and a warm and sincere hug.
The demonic ugly always wins and all its misfortune.
