THE EYO MASQUERADE’S DANCE.

In the heart of Lagos the drums resound
As Eyo Masquerades move on sacred ground
With feathers high and robes so bright
They twirl beneath the golden light
A dance of grace both fierce and sound.

Their masks conceal a world untold
Ancient tales in silence unfold
Each step a story rich and deep
As onlookers pause and dare not speak
To witness history’s vibrant hold.

With every sway and every turn
The city's soul begins to burn
A blend of culture old and new
In colors bold and spirits true
The Eyo's flame forever will yearn.

The streets alive with every beat
As feet meet earth in rhythmic greet
A dance of pride, a dance of kings
Where joy in every movement springs
A heritage that's rich and sweet.

The Eyo’s dance, a living art,
A heartbeat echoing through the heart,
And when the festival fades away,
Its spirit lingers, here to stay,
A timeless rhythm that won't depart.