(Verse 1) Feel the pulse, hear the echo in space, Drums of the cosmos keep setting the pace. Every beat is a sign, every rhythm designed, Guided by patterns too deep to confine.

The universe moves with a cadence so true, Sacred vibrations come shining through. Hands on the drum, heart in the sound, Divine frequencies lifting the ground.

(Chorus) Divine drum patterns, coded in light, Carried through centuries, sacred and bright. Every strike is a story, every rhythm aligned, The sound of creation, the heartbeat of time.

(Verse 2) Ancient echoes in every groove, Soundwaves heal, the rhythm improves. Spoken in tongues, translated in bass, Guided by rhythm, we elevate space.

From the earth to the sky, the patterns repeat, Messages written through sound so elite. No distortion, no limits, the tempo divine, Drums shape the future, the pulse redefines.

(Bridge) Let the hands play, let the spirit expand, Each vibration a signal, each movement a plan. The beat never fades, the rhythm survives, Divine drum patterns, keeping us alive.

(Outro) So let the world listen, let the people feel, Every drum speaks truth, every cadence is real. No ending, no breaking, just infinite signs, Divine drum patterns—forever aligned.