Sounds of drums, people chanting
Who is this interrupting my sleep
I don't want to wake up, let me be
Yet the voice insists that wake I must

Slowly I stir, move my fingers
Stretch my arms and legs
Brush the dirt from round my eyes
And take a look all about

There she stood, the Mambo Asogwe
Chanting, swaying all about
Forcing me to rise from slumber
Bidding me to do her will

Dark of night, the moon was shining
Glimpsed the headstones all around
Risen from resting place so final
Forced to be one, an Undead