In the depths of the night, the chant begins
Ancient voices, rising from within
The beat drops, a pulsing sound
Merging with the chants, a rhythm profound
[Chorus]
And the beat is the pulse of the sound
A rhythmic fate, that knows no bound
The voice to lalalalalive, a melodic grace
As the bass drops, in this sacred space
The soul lifts up, on wings of song
Carried by the chants, where it belongs
The drums and bass, a modern twist
Blending with the chants, in a cosmic tryst
[Chorus]
And the beat is the pulse of the sound
A rhythmic fate, that knows no bound
The voice to lalalalalive, a melodic grace
As the bass drops, in this sacred space
[Outro]
The chants fade out, but the beat remains
A lasting echo, in the listener's veins
Gregorian beats, a union divine
Of ancient chants, and a bass-fueled rhyme