When the agogô sounds the clang of iron on iron
It'll be like the calf's bellow
Bled to please great Ogum
When the hand strikes the drum
Life and death so it's watched over
By the orixá and by the egum
Keep singing the ijexá to Father Xangô
It'll always be like this
It'll be peace, it'll be war, seraphim
Through Exu's mischief
Despite the rough crossing
It must always be stone upon stone
It must be brick upon brick
And the solace is knowing it won't end
Keep singing the ijexá to Father Xangô
Keep singing the ijexá to Father Xangô