A Catacumba
Umbanda
The Catacomb
In a distant place
On a street so deserted
There was an old cemetery
And an open catacomb
In a distant place
On a street so deserted
There was an old cemetery
And an open catacomb
Inside the grave
There was a shroud
There were bones of the dead
With a heart carved in
Candle scraps
Seven spools of thread
There was an old padlock
There was chicken blood
Inside the grave
There was a figure kneeling
It was Maria Padilha
Working for the devil
Come saw some wood!
Come saw some wood!
Maria Padilha, come saw some wood!
Oh, come saw some wood!
Oh, come saw some wood!
Maria Padilha, come saw some wood!
In a distant place
On a street so deserted
There was an old cemetery
And an open catacomb
In a distant place
On a street so deserted
There was an old cemetery
And an open catacomb
Inside the grave
There was a shroud
There were bones of the dead
With a heart carved in
Candle scraps
Seven spools of thread
There was an old padlock
There was chicken blood
Inside the grave
There was a figure kneeling
It was Maria Padilha
Working for the devil
Come saw some wood!
Come saw some wood!
Maria Padilha, come saw some wood!
Oh, come saw some wood!
Oh, come saw some wood!
Maria Padilha, come saw some wood!
