(one more River to cross)
We tend to work in false identity
bearing d interest of our captivators
daily we sing their songs in misery
with their weapons we bleed our bond
What happen to our songs?
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The supremacy of Egbesu is now forbidden
oh!! what happen to our ancestral songs
how soon we've forgotten the rhymes of truth.
Is there no more River to cross?
tell me oh, if it's negotiable
for I'm young and feeble
where are the drums of emancipation.
Is there no one who could beat d drums?
Kurukodo!!! Dorgudorgu!!! Ahhh!!
The sounds that heals coward minds.
The drums that birth undying spirits
even awakens a sleeping child
the songs of hope.