Breathing, breathing the air from the dead

The stench of his soil

The sound of him walking his cane.

A grey white face painted in a shape of a skull

A shadowy loa, with red eyes, so cold in the dark.

A grey white face painted in a shape of a skull

A shadowy loa, with red eyes, so cold in the dark.

[Papa legba]

You are my call of the day

Praying to open the gate

You've been fooled by marie

For years we been sealing the deal

You, for immortality.

Hear me, hear me baron samedi

Get me away from this loa

I'm down on my knees.

A grey white face painted in a shape of a skull

A shadowy loa, with red eyes, so cold in the dark.

A grey white face painted in a shape of a skull

A shadowy loa, with red eyes, so cold in the dark.

[Papa legba]

You are my call of the day

Praying to open the gate

You've been fooled by marie

For years we've been sealing the deal

Now you called the baron of death

The crossroad of loa's will end

We'll be fighting for what you can't see

Marie's immortality.

You, for immortality.