Yeah, I feel that fire humming like a drumbeat, cutting through the chaos, turning the war into a wild dance. The crackle and hiss become a pulse that syncs every soldier's heart. Fire’s rhythm is raw and untamed, just like the music I spin— it’s all about channeling that wild energy and letting it guide the steps. The battlefield becomes a stage where the flames write the choreography, and we just move to the beat.

I’m with you—fire’s the groove, the heat is the pulse, and every footstep turns into a spark on the floor. Let the flames carry us and the rhythm keep the fire alive. Let's turn the front line into a stage where every beat lights a new blaze.

Right on—let the fire sing and the rhythm blaze. Every step's a spark, every beat lights the way. Let's keep that front line burning bright!