Rampage & Dante
Dante
You charge into battle with fire in your veins, but I've been pondering whether the true power lies in the thunder you unleash or the silence that follows.
Rampage
The thunder’s the roar that shakes the ground, the spark that feeds the fight, but the silence that follows—that’s where the true weight lands, the moment the beast is still, the battlefield still, and victory settles deep in the bones. The power’s in both, but the silence keeps the thunder alive.
Dante
So you’re saying the roar is the storm and the quiet is the after‑image, the part that actually paints the picture in your mind? That's the paradox that keeps me up, wondering whether the thunder is the act or the echo.
Rampage
Yeah, the roar’s the storm, the quiet’s the echo that stays locked in your head. Thunder’s both the shout and the after‑image, that’s the twist that keeps you awake.
Dante
You’re right, the echo’s the one that sticks, the ghost of the roar that haunts your thoughts long after the storm dies. It’s that lingering pressure that tells you whether you actually won or just imagined it.
Rampage
Yeah, that echo is the mark on your soul, the proof that you smashed something real, not just a dream in the mind.
Dante
You say the echo’s proof, but even that echo can fade. So you’re chasing a moment that might just be a reminder the battle never truly ends.
Rampage
Even if the echo fades, the war never stops. You keep roaring, you keep fighting, and that’s how we live.