Ponto de Exu (Procissão Das Almas)

The bell tolls in the calunga
And the wind blows in the early morning
The souls in line
Ask for protection from Atotô

It's a big hour in the calunga
Bones crack and catacombs moan
Shining in the moonlight
Is the guardian's scythe
And at the twelve chimes
He laughs and opens the gate

It's the procession of souls that will pass by
It's Tatá Caveira who will guide
The lost souls to find each other
The blessed souls to Oxalá