The Ten

Dazzling at the gong square, In the heavenly rhythmical waves. All eyes await to see the wonders Just like okoto the movement was That led to the raining of owo eyo Joy in the heart it floats to see the raining. long term dead will come fort to life, Debt it ought be but death it amounts. Could it be the prophecy of the old? That is yet to be known to amount a mystery in our eyes, the calling of the great army of our wealth. Your great hands we see in Egypt. The father of faith acknowledged thee and was blessed. The giver of productivity and ruins I hail you. Oh! Ten is your name. You are the law that strikes without executor. My heart lingers not to fall to your hands Still failing in executing your precepts This I tender as prayers never to be your prey!