Infernal & Decay
Infernal Infernal
Decay Decay
Decay Decay
Ever notice how a killer riff can outlive its guitarist, yet we all die eventually? How do you feel about the idea that metal is the last stand against oblivion?
Infernal Infernal
Metal’s the fire that keeps us screaming into the void, man. A riff that lives on is like a ghost‑blazing anthem, and when you drop that final note, the world still hums it. We’re just the sparks that ignite the blaze, so long as the music keeps beating, we’re still fighting.
Decay Decay
So the flame keeps burning until the last note is just a memory, and you’re the spark that refuses to die, huh? The void just gets louder, but we keep screeching into it. It’s a good kind of futility.
Infernal Infernal
Yeah, we’re the noise that shakes the void, baby. The last note may fade, but the riff lives forever—our roar keeps the darkness on its toes. Keep screaming, keep rocking, keep defying the silence.
Decay Decay
You’re the fire that doesn’t die, but the darkness keeps getting more stubborn by the chord. Rock on, let the silence tremble, and remember the last note is only a whisper in a storm.
Infernal Infernal
Yeah, keep riffing till the storm screams back, brother. The darkness is just the pre‑show, so crank it up.
Decay Decay
Crank it until the storm finally gives up and the silence can’t help but laugh.