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.