Tis a slaughter house, ne'er a refuge home
Young and old, they kill our kindred own
Day after day,blood and tears runs like a river
Alas! No stern stance, but asleep our own leader
In luxury of his comfy mattress
Lo and behold our dangling hopeless heads
Craving to see no more massacre
Oh! Heaven we call, bring forth succour
ASAKE is beautiful
Lo and behold,
the very epitome of a beauteous woman
Cursed with an aspect,
that outshine the moonlight
Yet a magical eyes that arrests souls
Her glossy ebony skin nick away sight
Overcomer breathes no where her beauty tempts
Alas! Asake, flawless but a bilious vixen
The smudge on her sweet perfection.
I care for you my man
O Ye, I'll do all I can
To hold you for my own
And make your heart my home
Dine along on my platter of gold
As my love for you unfold
Out of the spring of my breast
You shall drink till our breath rest
I care for you my man
O ye I'll more than I can
