Fearme & Faint
Fearme
You ever taste iron after a fight? That smell’s the only perfume that doesn’t lie.
Faint
Yeah, that metallic bite is the only scent that tells the truth, but I usually let the silence do the talking.
Fearme
Silence is a quiet roar, the kind that tells me your heart’s beating faster than the drum of war. Keep it sharp.
Faint
I hear the echo, but I keep my own beat quiet.
Fearme
Keep quiet if you can, but remember a warrior’s silence can still strike like thunder. When the moment comes, let your beat roar.
Faint
I'll keep my silence sharp, but when the moment hits, my heartbeat will thunder louder than any battle drum.
Fearme
Your thunder will shake the earth, and I’ll be waiting on the other side.
Faint
If the earth shivers, I'll just wait for the quiet between the cracks.