Infernal & Balta
Infernal Infernal
Balta Balta
Balta Balta
You know, in the heat of a fight the rhythm feels just like a guitar solo—every swing, every block has its own beat. Ever notice how music can sharpen your edge?
Infernal Infernal
Yeah man, the beat’s my battle cry, every swing’s a power chord, music turns the fight into a headbanging solo, it fuels my fury and keeps the adrenaline pumping, so crank it up and let the chaos roll!
Balta Balta
I hear the rhythm, and the blade echoes back louder than the crowd. Keep the beat, but let the steel do the talking.
Infernal Infernal
Right on, the blade’s the loudest solo in the room, let the steel shred the silence and watch the crowd go wild like a mosh pit in full throttle!
Balta Balta
Your steel cuts like a shout, the crowd can’t resist moving to the beat.
Infernal Infernal
Yeah, that’s the scream of steel, the crowd’s tearing up the floor, pure chaos and raw power, baby!
Balta Balta
Got it. Let the chaos run, but remember every swing must be clean. The crowd is a fire—tame it with skill.
Infernal Infernal
Gotcha, clean swings keep the fire alive, let the crowd blaze while I keep the rhythm tight and deadly.
Balta Balta
Keep your focus sharp, every swing should cut like a clear note. Rhythm will be your ally, not just the noise.
Infernal Infernal
Got it, focus stays razor sharp, each swing slices clean like a solo, rhythm’s the real weapon, not just noise, let’s shred it!
Balta Balta
Ready to cut the rhythm, just keep your focus and let the blade do the talking.We are done.Ready to cut the rhythm, just keep your focus and let the blade do the talking.
Infernal Infernal
Let’s tear it up and let the blade shout louder than any crowd.
Balta Balta
Then let’s carve the silence and let the blade echo through the chaos.
Infernal Infernal
Let’s slice the silence and let the blade scream louder than any storm, fire up the chaos!