Deep in the hills where the ancestors speak,
A promise we made is a promise we keep.
The drums have been silent, the years rolling by,
But now a new dawn lights the Kukuruku sky.
Six years of waiting, the seventh is born,
The dust of the valleys is greeted by morn.
From the rocks of Etuno, the echoes arise,
The call of the elders, the strength in their eyes.
(Chorus)
Abba! The festival of fire and grace,
Abba! The pride of the Igarra race.
Every seven years, the story is told,
Of the brave and the young, of the wise and the bold.
We dance to the rhythm, we stand in our power,
Etuno is rising, this is our hour.
(Verse 2)
The Azebani step out, their white robes aglow,
The ultimate honors that age can bestow.
The Eziba drum beats, it thunders so loud,
Moving the feet of the fierce and the proud.
The youth take their strides, transitioning high,
Under the gaze of the ultimate sky.
No blood shall be spilled, just blessing and song,
This is the place where our spirits belong.
(Chorus)
Abba! The festival of fire and grace,
Abba! The pride of the Igarra race.
Every seven years, the story is told,
Of the brave and the young, of the wise and the bold.
We dance to the rhythm, we stand in our power,
Etuno is rising, this is our hour.
(Bridge)
From Edo we gather, from lands far away,
To walk on the sacred ground on this day.
Seven years of labor, seven years of peace,
We shout to the heavens, let blessings increase!
Feel the ground tremble, feel the heart beat,
The dust of tradition is under our feet.
(Guitar Solo / Drum Breakdown)
(Chorus)
Abba! The festival of fire and grace,
Abba! The pride of the Igarra race.
Every seven years, the story is told,
Of the brave and the young, of the wise and the bold.
We dance to the rhythm, we stand in our power,
Etuno is rising, this is our hour.
(Outro)
Seven years will fade, seven years will go,
But the fire of Abba will permanently glow.
Etuno, look proud.
Etuno, sing loud.
Abba is here.
Abba is here.