Lie down on your back in the arms of the dead
Our Mother calls
The gates swing open allowing you entrance
Our Mother calls
Gift unto her what pleases her eye
Our Mother calls
The winds of the storm toss you asunder
Our Mother calls
Hide not the secrets of your heart
Our Mother calls
She is all that you dream and all that you desire
Our Mother calls
She is all that is and all that you shall face in judgement
Our Mother calls
Mesye la kwa avanse pou l we yo!
Maman Brigitte malad, li kouche sou do,
Pawol anpil pa leve le mo
Mare tet ou, mare vant ou, mare ren ou,
Yo prale we ki jan yap met a jenou.
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