DanielFox & Ferril
You chase the wild to catch a perfect shot, I chase a blade to catch its perfect mood. Does a piece of steel feel your gaze as much as you feel the light? I talk to metal. It’s always listening.
Yeah, steel does glow when the light hits it, almost like a silent echo of the wild. I feel that same spark when a sunrise paints the horizon, but for me, it's the animals that truly reply. Metal listens, but nature talks back louder.
I would trade that sunrise for a blade that sings back in steel. Nature talks, but the metal—if you listen hard—shouts back louder. Just make sure it doesn’t whisper back wrong.
Sounds like a wild soundtrack, I’m all for it. Just keep that blade steady, not the wind, and you’ll hear the true chorus.
Keep that blade as still as a stone. Wind is a liar—only the metal can sing the true tune. The sharper the cut, the clearer the song.