Deep within at the crossroads of the world
I chant ritually
Through the centre I feel him enter
as demons revolve around me.

When there is no light and you're beyond the night
he'll take you for a ride.
Follow him where he may, he knows the way
to the place where you died.

Loa mounts, loa mounts
Ancient trickster come and ride me.
Loa mounts, loa mounts
take me down in the cemeteriè.

He doses my eyes so I can clearly see
beyond life and death
I sacrifice to turn my life to loa—
to live without need for breath.

As I writhe in the dance, caught up in his trance
I never have to be born.
Flesh and blood am I willing to give
to never see the morn.

Loa mounts, loa mounts
Open the left and invite him in.
Loa mounts, loa mounts
Let him take you for a spin.

Loa mounts, loa mounts
Ancient trickster come and ride me
Loa mounts, loa mounts
take me down in the cemetariè.

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