Berserk & Snejok
Have you ever noticed how the frost that settles over a battlefield seems to mute the violence, like the world finally takes a breath?
Yeah, the frost does quiet the screams for a moment, but it only makes the blood taste colder. I keep moving, even when the world takes a breath.
I see the cold pressing in, but your pace keeps steady—like a lone wolf that never stops hunting even when the wind finally hushes. It's the only thing that keeps the world from settling down.
The silence is just a pause before the next fight, I don’t wait for the wind to blow again.
You’re right—silence is just a lull, not an end. I keep my eyes on the horizon, waiting for the next spark.
Got it, keep that eye on the horizon, and I’ll be there when the next spark hits. Let's not let the world settle.