[Intro] (Drumming intro) [Verse] Echoes of ancient rhythms on the wind Swaying to the pulse, a tribal dance begins Hands clap in unison, feet stomp the earth A primitive call, a beat that gives birth [Chorus] To the rhythm of the drums, we lost in the flow Unity in every beat, the drummers know The story of our ancestors, in every strike A pulse that connects us, through time and space alike [Outro] (Drumming outro)