Prompt / Lyrics
Hook (Chant – repeat 2x) (deep voice, layered if you can) Fire on the line, hear the war drums bang Steel in my hand, let the hot pans sang North wind howl but the flames don’t lag Chef in the kitchen, move like a draugr in black Fire on the line, yeah the tickets stack No retreat, no break, no turning back From the pit to the pass, yeah I claim my flag I don’t cook—I conquer, bring the feast back Verse 1 One burner left but I still bring heat Forty tickets deep, still don’t miss a beat Flat top crack like thunder in the night Grease fire glow like a funeral rite Hands all scarred, yeah the pain run deep But the line don’t stop and the wolves don’t sleep Call “ALL DAY” like a battle cry loud Either hold your ground or get lost in the crowd I been forged in the flames, I was built for this Every plate I send out is a warrior’s kiss Carve meat clean like runes in bone This kitchen right here? Yeah, this my throne Hook (repeat) Fire on the line, hear the war drums bang Steel in my hand, let the hot pans sang North wind howl but the flames don’t lag Chef in the kitchen, move like a draugr in black Fire on the line, yeah the tickets stack No retreat, no break, no turning back From the pit to the pass, yeah I claim my flag I don’t cook—I conquer, bring the feast back Verse 2 Broaster poppin like a longship raid Oil splash hot like the price we paid Expo shoutin but I don’t fold I been through worse in the bitter cold One wrong move and the whole line breaks So I move like a wolf when the ground all shakes Sharp like steel, yeah my focus tight Send that plate out clean—win another fight No crown on my head but I still lead kings In a land of fire where the iron sings Every shift a war, every night a test Only ones who endure get to call it blessed Bridge (slower, cinematic) Cold winds rise but the hearth stay lit Ash and flame where the strong ones sit Raise your blade, raise your glass, raise hell If you stood this line—you know it well Final Hook (BIG energy) Fire on the line, hear the war drums bang Steel in my hand, let the hot pans sang North wind howl but the flames don’t lag Chef in the kitchen, move like a draugr in black Fire on the line, yeah the tickets stack No retreat, no break, no turning back From the pit to the pass, yeah I claim my flag I don’t cook—I conquer, bring the feast back
Tags
rap, viking, metal
Duration
3:06
Instrumental
No
Created
3/26/2026