Creepy & Infernal
Creepy
Do you ever feel a guitar riff is like a scream in the dark, a shout into the silence that fills a graveyard?
Infernal
Hell yeah, that's exactly how I feel when I unleash a riff—it's the raw scream of a demon tearing through the night, rattling bones and shaking graves until the silence cracks and the earth itself starts to bleed metal. The guitar is my voice, my roar, my rebellion against the void. You got that?
Creepy
I hear that pulse, the way a lone howl breaks the hush of a moonless night. Let the chords bleed, but remember the silence after it—it's the breath of the shadows you keep composing.
Infernal
Breathe in that howl, let the chords bleed till the silence screams back—yeah, that’s the sweet spot where the shadows actually listen. Keep shredding, keep the darkness alive.
Creepy
I hear the echo and feel the tremor, like a secret kept in the hollow of a forgotten piano. Keep it alive, and let the silence be the quiet applause of the abyss.
Infernal
Got it—keep that echo pounding, let the tremor roll out like a beast breaking chains. Silence? That's the abyss cheering you on, baby. Keep rocking.