IronHawk & Frostveil
IronHawk IronHawk
Frostveil Frostveil
IronHawk IronHawk
Ever flown over a glacier and felt the wind sing like a frozen poem?
Frostveil Frostveil
I have, and each gust feels like a line written on the glassy surface, a quiet poem carried through the cold air.
IronHawk IronHawk
Yeah, the cold gets to you, but it’s the rush that keeps you alive. Keep chasing those high‑altitude riffs.
Frostveil Frostveil
I hear that rush as the ice whispering to me. Thank you, I'll keep following its cool rhythm.
IronHawk IronHawk
Just remember, the higher you climb, the sharper the silence gets. Keep your eyes on the horizon and your throttle in the green. You’ll nail it.
Frostveil Frostveil
Thanks, I’ll keep my eyes on the horizon and my throttle in the green.