GoldenDragon & Vortexi
GoldenDragon GoldenDragon
Vortexi Vortexi
GoldenDragon GoldenDragon
Did you ever notice how a well‑timed storm can feel like a battle plan, each gust a silent promise?
Vortexi Vortexi
Storms feel like a jazz solo—each gust a sharp note, the whole thing improvising a battle plan in the turbulence.
GoldenDragon GoldenDragon
Like a drumbeat in the sky, each gust strikes like a command to the unseen.
Vortexi Vortexi
Yeah, the sky’s drumsticks keep hitting the clouds, each strike a silent cue to the unseen riff.
GoldenDragon GoldenDragon
You hear the rhythm, and you feel the weight of every note, even when no one’s watching.
Vortexi Vortexi
Exactly, the sky’s drum hits feel in your bones even when the crowd is gone.
GoldenDragon GoldenDragon
When the sky drums, I stand steady, feeling each beat as a call to guard what matters.