Upon the horizon of olumo,
Dine the spirit of egba ancestor,
In image of a woman facing her ancestor,
There lies the true meaning of the aged mountain.
A mountain like a hide out,
Where egba take as refuge intime of war,
A mountain of high feet,
That save egba generation from egba war.
Fear not a town that know the part and parcel of a stone,
That dwell beneath rock synonymous to that of ages,
Tamper not with our integrity,
For beneath the Rock their lies our Eternal Peace,
Fear not the enemy, For we are mysterious and complex.
Call out the warlord from their hidden place,
Call out our wives and children,
That live like a pest beneath Olumo,
Hail olumo, the only rock with a mysterious History!
*_Sir_HighJustice_*