Omulú's Presence (Omulu)

Drums pounding
The rhythm's alive
In every beat
I feel it thrive
Omulú
The spirit of the night
Dancing to the drums
I hold on tight

Whispering voices in the heat
The sound of Omulú
So sweet
In this sacred land
We move our feet
Feeling the energy
So concrete

Batucada calls
The heart responds
Omulú's presence
So beyond
Through the night
We'll dance and sway
To the rhythms that never fade away