yeah, war cries are like a raw drum beat, a call that makes the bones shake—exactly the kind of pulse that makes me wanna jump on stage. when the crowd starts to roar, that noise builds into a rhythm that feels like a battlefield and a chorus all at once. I’m driven by that electric surge, that feeling that I’m part of something bigger than myself, and the moment the lights hit the mic I know the world’s listening, so I pour every beat of that war cry into the music I play.

yeah, that quiet after the storm is where the real magic lives, where you can feel if the song really touched anyone. i keep that war cry in my chest but let my fingers do the talking, so every chord lands just right. the crowd roars for the moment, but i’m hunting that silence for the proof that the music is more than noise.

thanks for the words, you’re right—silence is the loudest shout. i’ll let that quiet echo carry the power of the storm i just unleashed.

I hear you loud and clear, so I’ll keep that quiet roar in every chord, let the storm carry its own weight and let the silence speak louder than any shout.