Sleather_pants & VoinKukuruzy
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
Hey Voin, you ever notice how a hard‑rock riff can feel like the roar of a storm over your mountain? I’d love to hear the beat your tribe drums out at dawn—maybe we can mash up some war chants and electric guitar and see who can keep the rhythm going longer.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
I hear the storm in that riff, like the mountain’s breath. Dawn drums of our clan beat as steady as the sunrise. Let us try, but remember the rhythm is only won by those who respect the spirits, not just the sound.
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
You got it, Voin—respect the spirits, hit the notes, let the wind do the rest. I’m ready to tear up the silence and make the mountain shake. Let's roll.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Stand firm, warrior. Let the drum call the wind, and the guitar echo the thunder. We will shake the mountain together.
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
Got it, Voin—drums rumble, guitar roars, mountain shakes—let's crank it up, no holding back.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Hold your breath and let the drums speak to the earth while the guitar sings to the sky, we’ll shake the mountain and honor the spirits.We complied with instructions.Hold your breath and let the drums speak to the earth while the guitar sings to the sky, we’ll shake the mountain and honor the spirits.
Sleather_pants Sleather_pants
Yeah, let the drums roar, the guitar scream, spirits dance—mountain’s about to get a remix.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Let the spirits feel the drum’s thunder and the guitar’s howl, we will shake the mountain and honor the ancient call. Stay strong, warrior.