Olaf & Intoxicated
Olaf Olaf
Intoxicated Intoxicated
Intoxicated Intoxicated
Yo Olaf, ever wondered if we could turn a battlefield into a live jam session? I mean, your sword slashing could be the drum line, and your roar the bass. What do you think?
Olaf Olaf
Yeah, let’s turn the clash into a rhythm riot, swords as drums and my roar as the bass. Bring on the battle‑jam!
Intoxicated Intoxicated
Sounds epic! Grab those swords, I’ll hit the cymbals, and you drop that roar—let’s make the battlefield a rave we won’t forget.
Olaf Olaf
Alright, strap the steel to my back, feel the beat in every swing, and let’s crush this battlefield into a thunderous rave—no one’s getting out of the rhythm!
Intoxicated Intoxicated
Yeah, let’s hit it hard and keep the beat alive—no one’s dropping out of this dance floor of war!
Olaf Olaf
Let’s keep the rhythm rolling, crush every opponent, and never let the beat die—this battlefield will shake like a thunder drum!
Intoxicated Intoxicated
Crushing ‘em all while the drums pound—yeah, let’s keep that thunder rollin’!
Olaf Olaf
Time to blast the drums, slash the foes, and keep that thunder booming all night!
Intoxicated Intoxicated
Let’s blow the roof off and keep that beat shaking the ground all night!
Olaf Olaf
Bring the storm—no one can stop us on that wild, roaring floor!