Irigidim, dim, dim.
Dum, dum, irigidim,
Eeeh wooo, eeeh wooo.
They have shot
The sacred ram,
Spilling its sacred blood
On my farmland,
Poluting my endervours.
They have uprooted
The sacred Iroko,
And ransacked,
Conclave of ancestors.
Irigidim, dim, dim,
Eeeh wooo, eeeh wooo.
They are carrying away
Symbols of my worship,
Spirits of my ancestors.
They are dancing
On grandfather's grave.
Dum, dum, irigidim.
Eeeh wooo, eeeh wooo,
They are taking them away,
Taking my siblings into slavery.
They are taking away,
Strenghts of my father.
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