I've looked at your king - he's fallen ill

Nyemba has taken control of his

His soul the demons prey

He might not see another day

I can cure him with Muti

Pay up and I'll do my duty

I swear you won't regret this

I will light the abyss

Bring me flesh

Even better fresh

Turn over stones

Bring me bones

Bring me a choir

To sing through fire

Worship the idol

Of Spiritual revival

To the drums we dance

Until we enter a trance

The otherworld we draw

From the devils claws

Wе take the concoction from the coals

Rub it insidе his wounds

Muti will redeem his soul

Return the life death Stole

Muti Killing