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
Joseph_Wolfe
