Ogum (part. Djonga)

I’m a Zulu descendant
I’m a soldier of Ogum
Devoted to this vast legion of Jorge
I’m syncretized in faith
I’m filled with axé
And protected by a noble knight

Yeah, I’m going to church to celebrate my protector
And thank for being another winner
In the fights, in the battles
Yeah, I’m heading to the terreiro to bang my drum
I bow my head, I stand firm, yes sir
I sing for Ogum

Ogum
A brave warrior who looks after those who suffer too much

Ogum
He comes from Aruanda, he wins the demands of those who scheme

Ogum
Knight of the sky, loyal squire, messenger of peace

Ogum
He never wavers, he grabs the spear, he slays the dragon

Ogum
He gives confidence for a child to become a lion

Ogum
A sea of hope that brings calm to my heart
Ogum

God ahead, peace and guidance
I commend myself to God and to the Virgin Mary, my mother
The twelve apostles, my brothers
I’ll walk this day, this night
With my body surrounded, watched over, and protected
By the arms of Saint Jorge
Saint Jorge took his place in the cavalry
I’m happy because I’m also in his company

I’m dressed in the clothes and arms of Jorge
So that my enemies have feet but can’t reach me
Have hands but can’t grab me or touch me
Have eyes but can’t see me
And in thought, they can’t wish me harm
Firearms won’t reach my body
Knives and spears break without touching my body
Ropes and chains snap if they try to bind me
For I’m dressed in the clothes and arms of Jorge
Jorge is from Cappadocia

Hail Jorge