Baby God Armor — Lyrics
A devotional song about a protection ritual: LBRP - Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram
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🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — BABY GOD ARMOR
(keep scrolling for lyrics)
This song is a devotional—part protection spell, part dance track, part nervous-system reset. It’s built from the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram—the LBRP—a daily energy practice that’s been around for over a hundred years and still holds up better than most morning routines.
My husband and I have done it for years. I started our just curious, saying the Hebrew words in our tiny living room. He’d been practicing in private for years. I was the first person he showed this ritual to. I didn’t know what to expect—but doing the ritual daily, life started shifting. Our boundaries got cleaner. Our diet got simpler. Toxic relationships fell away. The air around us felt... de-cluttered. I won’t go long on you, but a lot happened. It wasn’t subtle. It was like spiritual bleach mixed with holy Wi-Fi.
That’s what Baby God Armor sounds like: that hum you feel when your field locks in and you suddenly remember—oh right, I’m light in a body.
It’s not a song about perfection; it’s a song about practice. About taking an old ceremonial formula and running it through a modern body until it vibrates. Every lyric is straight from the ritual—the divine names, the cardinal turns, the call to the four archangels—but re-imagined like a club invocation. You can chant it. You can dance it. You can play it before bed instead of scrolling doom.
This isn’t me teaching. I’m not a priestess, and I’m definitely not a gatekeeper. I’m just someone who found a doorway that works and left it open. If you want the full explanation and step-by-step ritual, that’s in the LBRP blog I wrote. This piece is the musical mirror of that practice—a way to feel it, not just study it. (Or google LBRP)
Magick gets gatekept to death. You need intent. And a willingness to feel ridiculous for a few minutes until the air changes—and it will.
If you do this ritual (or maybe even sing this song), things will move. Not always gently. You might lose relationships. You might lose toxic cravings. You might gain a spine.
That’s why I call it Baby God Armor—because soft gets stronger.
It’s chaos magick at heart: not dogma, but dialogue. The ritual has been translated, mispronounced, and re-written a hundred times anyway. The point isn’t precision—it’s presence. You don’t need to “banish correctly”; you just need to mean it. The rest is resonance.
We’re not summoning angels like in movies; we’re summoning alignment. Each name is a vibration:
Raphael = breath and clarity.
Gabriel = emotion and truth.
Michael = will and fire.
Uriel = grounding and grace.
When you stand in that circle and speak those sounds, your body becomes a compass. North, South, East, West—all currents accounted for. Your nervous system remembers it’s sacred geometry in motion.
This song is a translation of that feeling into sound: drums as heartbeat, vocals as invocation, rhythm as shield.
Light a candle. Call your corners. Laugh if you need to. Press play.
🔮 MYTH MAP INSIDE THE SONG
In Crow language, Baby God Armor lives in the quadrant of East — Initiation.
Where most prayers beg, this one builds.
It’s not about asking; it’s about remembering.
The pentagram is a map of the human body—head, arms, legs. Every line you trace in the air is a reminder that your shape is sacred.
When you chant the divine names, you’re not calling gods down—you’re calling your own voltage up.
Crow says: “The ritual is a cleanse, not a costume. It burns what doesn’t serve your will and leaves only what’s real enough to rise.”
Magically, this song is what happens when discipline meets ecstasy—when protection turns to prayer through sound. It’s reverent but alive, not rigid. The circle isn’t theater; it’s the nervous system remembering its shape.
🗣️ CROW AFFIRMATION
“ Baby god armor, soft gets stronger,
baby god armor, dark grows smaller.”
🎵 LYRICS — BABY GOD ARMOR
East. South. West. North.
Light the flame. Call it forth.
Pentagram. Angels. Seal. Shine.
I call the light. I draw the line.
[Verse 1]
Feet to ground, crown to sky,
say “Atah” — the above meets I.
“Malkooth” — claim this ground,
kingdom under, vibrate the sound.
“Vay-Gay voorah” — right arm flame,
courage hums where fear once came.
“Vay-Gay doolah”— left side receive,
let love in; it hums through me.
“Lay-Olam” — time stands still,
all worlds spin on my centered will.
I found the holy under my skin—
Amen.
[Pre-Chorus]
Four winds spin—Raphael brings,
Gabriel weaves water wings.
Michael guards, Uriel grounds—
angels that shake the bounds.
This is my light, this is my shield,
I make my circle, I claim the field.
[Chorus – chant / dance hook] (repeat 2x)
Signal clean, my body hums,
baby god armor, here it comes.
Baby god armor, soft gets stronger,
baby god armor, dark grows smaller.
[Verse 2]
Face East—draw the star, command.
Say “Yode Hay Vahv Hay”—breath expands.
Turn South—“Adonai”—fire tongue vibrates.
Turn West—“Eee-hay-yay”—feeling translates.
Turn North—“Ahh glahh”—let roots in.
Back to East—light begins.
Five-point flame in electric air,
circle complete—whole self declared.
Air hums low, the field locks in,
pulse meets pulse, the edges thin.
Amen.
[Pre-Chorus – variant]
Four winds spin—Raphael brings,
Gabriel weaves water wings.
Michael guards, Uriel grounds—
angels that shake the bounds.
This is my light, this is my shield,
I make my circle, I claim the field.
[Chorus – double-layered now] (repeat 2x)
Signal clean, my body hums,
baby god armor, here it comes.
Baby god armor, soft gets stronger,
baby god armor, dark grows smaller.
[Bridge – call and echo]
Before me—Raphael.
Behind me—Gabriel.
Right hand—Michael.
Left side—Uriel.
Air and fire, earth and sea,
all in balance here in me.
[Final Chorus – crescendo] (repeat 2x)
Signal clean, my body hums,
baby god armor, here it comes.
Baby god armor, soft gets stronger,
baby god armor, dark grows smaller.
[Outro – slow, spoken spell]
Atah.
Malkooth.
Vay-Gay voorah.
Vay-Gay doolah.
Lay-Olam.
Finish in silence—I leave lit.
Amen.
If you made it this far reading, thank you for being here.
🪶 CROW BLESSING
May your circle hold steady when the world shakes.
May your laughter shatter the dark.
