Sons Of The Candomblé (Oxalá)

Drums are pounding
Spirits are calling
In the land of Brazil
The rhythm keeps on falling
Oxalá
Pray for us
Guide us through the night
With the beats of the drums
We reach new heights

The energy is rising
The dance floor's on fire
In the streets of Bahia
Where our hearts aspire
Swaying hips
Pulsating beats
We're in a trance
Oxalá
Bless us with luck
Let us enhance

Sons of the Candomblé
Dancing in sacred motion
Embracing our roots
With every rhythmic notion
Oxalá
Hear our prayers
Let the drums never fade
In this Afro-Brazilian groove
We find our serenade