Hitrik & Ashwake
You ever think about giving a fresh paint job to an old ruin?
No, I don’t. The paint just hides the stories carved into the stone. I prefer to let the ruin tell its own weathered tale.
Sure thing, let the stones speak. If you ever want a splash that pays homage instead of covering it, just knock.
I don’t need a splash. I like the stone as it is.
Stone keeps its voice, that’s cool—just drop a tag that nods to the past and watch the echo grow.
A tag would add weight to the stone. If you must, make it small, no bright ink, let the old words stay.
Got it, a tiny, muted nod in the corner—just a whisper of ink that lets the stone keep its story.
Fine. Keep it quiet.Fine. Keep it quiet.
Alright, the stone keeps its own voice, no loud shout.
Got it. The stone will speak. No fuss.
If the stone’s got a story, I’ll just keep my cans in the closet.If the stone’s got a story, I’ll just keep my cans in the closet.
Cans in a closet, keep them that way. The stone will keep its own voice.
Stone's got its own beat, I’ll just let it play.
Got it. Keep it simple.