Vandal & Bloodhoof
Vandal Vandal
Bloodhoof Bloodhoof
Bloodhoof Bloodhoof
Hey Vandal, I’ve seen your bold murals on the city walls—do you think street art can protect our stories the way our warriors shield our people?
Vandal Vandal
Yeah, my spray cans are like silent shields on the walls, shouting our truths out loud. Every mural’s a stand, a story that refuses to be erased, just like a warrior keeps the tribe alive. It’s the city’s pulse, protecting us in paint.
Bloodhoof Bloodhoof
I see your paint as a new kind of drumbeat—each splash a rhythm that keeps the city breathing, just as our songs keep the hunt alive. Keep standing, brother, and let your colors be the shield that reminds everyone where we come from.
Vandal Vandal
Glad you feel the beat, bro. Keep the walls loud and the stories alive. We’re all in this paint‑fight together.
Bloodhoof Bloodhoof
Your colors are my shield, Vandal. Keep the walls loud and the stories alive. We stand together, whether in paint or on the field.
Vandal Vandal
Right on, brother. Keep the paint blazing and the field roaring. We're in this together, no walls can stop us.