Esoterhythm Songtext
von Wreck Plus

Far, hot, wild and remote, there it was a place
Where people could speak through song and dance

Distant haunting beating on the mother drum
In a tongue where there isn′t any fence

Fear the bokor's magic! Casts a vengeful groove
That brings back the dead to dance

I′m a scavenger! A Music collector
For the Dr. Terror's house of horrors

People walking round and round
Dancing in front of the idol of a great Loah
Vanish their selves in the holy beat
Things going on are far beyond mystic
Couldn't resist in making it a hit
That′s when I stole the esoterism
By writing down the sacred music
For doing this I know, I know the curse is on my soul


Take a ride in the rara procession
But don′t you write into partition

Tonight! The devotees round-up wearing strange get-ups
On their chests the cross they bear

Roars of exaltation unfold the procession
Are you experienced yet?

Heads are oddly shaking and the chains are rocking
To the deafening sound

The words are bewitching, the band is enchanting
Maestro, malocchio, you dance at his command!

People walking round and round
Dancing in front of the idol of a great Loah
Vanish their selves in the holy beat
Things going on are far beyond mystic
Couldn't resist in making it a hit
That′s when I stole the esoterism
By writing down the sacred music
For doing this I know, I know the curse is on my soul