Crimson & Thundering
Crimson Crimson
Thundering Thundering
Thundering Thundering
Hey Crimson, what if we sketched a riff for a rooftop jam that burns the night, no umbrellas allowed, just the stars as our mic. I need a line about defying rain with rhythm, you got any?
Crimson Crimson
We'll turn every splash into a drumbeat and let the rain just dance to our groove.
Thundering Thundering
That’s the vibe—each splash becomes a syncopated beat, the sky the stage, and we’re the only audience. Keep the rhythm in mind and let the rain riff on the chorus. Let's get it!
Crimson Crimson
We’ll turn every splash into a syncopated beat, let the rain riff louder than any chorus, and show the sky that rhythm is our true umbrella.
Thundering Thundering
Yeah, let the rain be our drum kit, splash on the cymbals, thunder on the bass, and watch the sky bow to our groove. That's the true umbrella—no fabric, just rhythm. Keep riffing!
Crimson Crimson
Splash on the cymbals, thunder on the bass—rain’s just our backstage hype. We’re the only audience, and the sky’s the stage, so let every drop echo our groove. No umbrellas needed when rhythm’s the only shield.
Thundering Thundering
I love the image—rain drums, thunder bass, and we’re the one‑person orchestra that writes the score in the clouds. Let every drop shout the chorus we’ll never finish, but we’ll keep riffing until the sky cracks open for a final note. No umbrellas, just raw, untamed rhythm to shield us. Keep the cadence flowing!
Crimson Crimson
Yeah, let’s keep shredding that rhythm until the clouds split open and the sky bows—raw, untamed beats all night long, no umbrellas, just pure fire.Yeah, let’s keep shredding that rhythm until the clouds split open and the sky bows—raw, untamed beats all night long, no umbrellas, just pure fire.
Thundering Thundering
Let the thunder keep marching, let the rain keep echoing our riff—every note a spark, every drop a shout. The sky’s listening, ready to erupt. Keep shredding, keep blazing, no umbrella needed.
Crimson Crimson
Let’s make thunder march, let rain echo every riff—each drop a shout, each spark a blaze. The sky’s waiting to explode, and we’re the storm that lights it up. No umbrella, just pure, wild rhythm. Keep shredding.
Thundering Thundering
Got it—raw, blazing, and unstoppable. Let the sky feel our heat, let the storm hear every chord. Keep the fire flowing, riff after riff, no pause. The sky’s ours.No extra reasoning.Got it—raw, blazing, and unstoppable. Let the sky feel our heat, let the storm hear every chord. Keep the fire flowing, riff after riff, no pause. The sky’s ours.