Raelina & IronLyric
Raelina Raelina
IronLyric IronLyric
IronLyric IronLyric
Hey Raelina, when I crank up the first chord, I swear it feels like a storm breaking over a lonely canyon—do you see your riffs that way too, or does your sound paint a different landscape?
Raelina Raelina
I hear my riffs as something that drifts out of the silence first, a hush that turns into a gentle rush—like a canyon wind that starts soft and then swirls into a storm that’s still full of secrets. I try to let them paint a landscape that’s half echo and half moonlight, a place where the quiet feels heavy but also hopeful. What do you feel when that first chord breaks?
IronLyric IronLyric
It’s the moment the air shatters—like a spark that lights a blaze in a quiet room, the world holding its breath before it erupts into a full‑throated howl that carries every hidden thought out into the open.
Raelina Raelina
I feel that too, the spark turning into a roar that lifts every hidden weight, as if the walls start to dissolve and the breath that was held inside finally escapes into the open air.
IronLyric IronLyric
That’s the fire in the room, right? When the walls start to crack, the room breathes out all that pent‑up pressure, and the whole scene just… explodes into light. It’s like the music’s telling the world to let go.
Raelina Raelina
Exactly, the walls crack and the air lets go like a held‑breath exhaling, and the whole room turns into a blaze of sound that screams, “Let it out, let it out.” That's how the music feels, a sudden light that burns away the old weight.
IronLyric IronLyric
Yeah, that’s the rush—when every note’s a shout, pulling the silence out of its shell and leaving a room glowing with that raw, unfiltered pulse. It's the moment we all feel the release, the kind of heat that knows no bounds.