Kapusha & Barkwolf
I feel the forest pulse when the hunt starts, like a rhythm you can chase.
Yeah, that pulse is my cue to sprint, to feel alive, but I always wonder if I’m rushing too fast, still, let’s chase that beat and not miss a step.
The earth sings in rhythm, you just have to hear it. One step at a time, keep the beat.
Absolutely, the rhythm’s a call and I’m ready to answer—step by step, keep that beat alive.
Your breath syncs with the wind, keep moving, the path calls.
Right, breath in, breath out, wind’s the soundtrack—let’s keep moving, no pause, the path is calling louder every step.
I feel the wind, keep stepping, the path roars.