This must be a ceremony
Our passion summoned spirits
And because of
our possessed souls
Agau will try to get a hold
Of our hearts
As they beat louder
Than his thunders
Bade will wonder
If it's his winds
Or our heavy breaths
That moves us through the sheets
And it was never
Sogbo's lightning that struck us
It was love
It was us
We were possessed by each other
