Black Belt Fallout

In the aftermath we rise, GI stained with dust and time Emerging from the vaults, we grip the lapel tight Guard passing through wastelands in the nuclear night Radiation can't hinder a Berimbolo spin Inverting through chaos, let the new age begin Grip fighting mutants, dominating the clinch Securing double underhooks, not giving an inch From De La Riva hooks to X-Guard transitions Flowing like water, defying conditions In this fallout, we roll to survive Applying armbars to fate, keeping hope alive Sweeping the remnants, we realign Rebuilding the world, one submission at a time Leg entanglements in barren terrains Heel hooks to obstacles, releasing the chains Knee cut through adversity, slicing the field Backstepping problems with the guard we wield Executing kimuras on the ghosts of the past Chain linking attacks, making each moment last Establishing side control over chaos's sway Pressure like a crossface, we forge a new way In this fallout, we roll to survive Locking triangles on doom, keeping dreams alive Sweeping the remnants, we realign Rebuilding the world, one submission at a time Flowing through positions like a well-drilled dance Guard retention in life, seizing every chance From butterfly sweeps to taking the back Securing rear naked chokes before the counter-attack Gi or no-gi, in tatters or pristine Adapting our game to this post-war scene Lapel guard tactics with torn fabric strands Wrist locks applied with meticulous plans Passing half-guard of a broken Earth Pressure passing troubles, igniting rebirth Our academy's the wasteland, mats made of dust Teaching the next wave, in technique we trust In this fallout, we roll to survive Applying sweeps to fate, keeping hope alive Sweeping the remnants, we realign Rebuilding the world, one submission at a time