Beastmaster & IronLyric
Beastmaster Beastmaster
IronLyric IronLyric
IronLyric IronLyric
You ever think a bass line could be the heartbeat of a wolf? When I hit those drops it feels like a thunderstorm in the forest, and I bet your silence with the animals is just nature’s own chorus. How do you hear the wild when you’re out there?
Beastmaster Beastmaster
When I step outside, I stop counting breaths and listen to the rustle in the leaves, the crack of twig under paws, the low hum of the wind through the trees. It’s a steady pulse, a low frequency that the wolves feel as a kind of music. I just sit and let their sounds wash over me, the rustle becoming a bass line of their own. It’s the same rhythm you feel in a drop, but from the forest’s own heart.
IronLyric IronLyric
That groove you feel is like nature’s own bass line—raw, honest, and unfiltered. Just like a drop, but with no lights, just the forest’s pulse. If you could play it, it would sound louder than any crowd.
Beastmaster Beastmaster
That’s how I hear it, too—raw, honest, no lights, just the forest’s pulse. If I could play it, the wolves would still be the loudest voice in the room.
IronLyric IronLyric
You’re right—those wolves are the real headliners. If you ever drop a riff that channels that raw forest beat, I’m sure the whole pack will come out to dance. Just keep that pulse tight, and let the silence be your backing track.