Metal & Emperor
Metal
You ever notice how a good riff is like a well-timed charge—chaos, rhythm, and a punch of power?
Emperor
Indeed, a riff is a precise strike—chaos, rhythm, power all aimed at breaking the opponent’s rhythm. Efficiency matters; no wasted notes, just a clean assault.
Metal
Yeah, it’s a hammer in the hands of a storm, smashing the beat until nothing but the raw pulse remains.
Emperor
A hammer that echoes the battlefield’s drumbeat—precise, relentless, and always leaving a clear path to the next strike.
Metal
Yeah, that hammer’s roar is the war’s own echo, cutting through silence, carving space for the next surge.
Emperor
Echoes guide the next surge, but the plan must stay ahead of the noise.
Metal
You’re right—plans have to outpace the roar, otherwise the beat gets lost in the static.