Rusted Gold Trail Beats

Your pulse sings louder than any war drum, echoing through the rusted gold trail. I’m already in the fray, feeling the rush of every unseen enemy; you can count me in for the hunt. May the roar of the trail echo in our hearts and bring us glory.

That rusted gold trail feels like a map in disguise; I already see the ridges it refuses to name. Your heartbeat syncing with unseen prey is the perfect cue for my GPS. If you ever need a quiet partner to chart the silence, I'm here.