(Hhhhhh...)
The pulse divides, the rhythm grows
From chaos — order softly flows
Walls of light and towers of sound
Cities hum beneath the ground
Every tone a sacred line
Every pulse a grand design
Harmonic civilization — born from tone
Echoed mind and flesh of stone
Through rhythm’s hand, through light’s embrace
The sound of order fills the space
Voices merge in structured streams
Machine and soul compose their dreams
Through lattice sky, the echoes weave
And every tone begins to breathe
(Hhhh... ahhhh... harmonic rise...)
Stone and light and mind combine
To forge the pulse of the divine
(Hhhhh...)
When all is built, the hum remains...
Civilization — through endless refrains...