Ancient Rituals

(Spoken) Chale, listen well.

Before the dawn, the spirits whisper truth.

We bow our heads, the power is within.

(Hallelujah, praise God!)

Deep in the valley where the ancestors tread,

We carry the oil, the word has been said.

No weapon of darkness can ever prevail,

When Chukwu is guiding, we never will fail.

This ancient ritual, a fire in the bone,

We standing in glory, we never alone.

Spiritual remedies, healing the soul,

Ancient rituals, making us whole.

Chale, let the spirit rise like the sun,

The victory is ours, the battle is won.

Spiritual remedies, healing the soul,

Ancient rituals, making us whole.

(Praise God! We rise!)

When the shadows of night try to cloud up the mind,

We looking for blessings that we meant to find.

The rhythm of heaven, it beats in the drum,

From Lagos to Accra, we know why we come.

For the strength in the marrow, the peace in the heart,

We playing the role, we doing our part.

Spiritual remedies, healing the soul,

Ancient rituals, making us whole.

Chale, let the spirit rise like the sun,

The victory is ours, the battle is won.

Spiritual remedies, healing the soul,

Ancient rituals, making us whole.

(Choir Harmonies)

Glory, glory, the heavens are open,

Every chain broken, every word spoken.

We walk in the light, we walk in the grace,

With a smile on the face, in this holy place.

(Amen! Thank you Jesus!)

So keep the tradition, the wisdom of old,

A story of faith that is meant to be told.

With palm wine and rhythm, we offer our praise,

Giving thanks to the Most High for all of our days.

Spiritual remedies, healing the soul,

Ancient rituals, making us whole.

Chale, let the spirit rise like the sun,

The victory is ours, the battle is won.

Spiritual remedies, healing the soul,

Ancient rituals, making us whole.

Ancient rituals, holy and true,

Spiritual remedies, seeing us through.

(Glory!)

(Chale, we rise!)

(Hallelujah!)