Banquet Blood
(Verse 1)
Clock hits five, the whistle screams, another shift laid in the grave.
Steel-toed boots on broken concrete, every scar’s a badge we gave.
Rust and sweat beneath our skin, smoke hangs heavy in the sky.
We’ve earned our place among the wolves, we never learned the word “why.”
Cold gold waiting in the cooler like a promise carved in stone.
Not for glory, not for riches—just a taste that feels like home.
Every crack of that aluminum echoes through the working class,
Raising hell with every swallow, leaving every burden in the past.
(Pre-Chorus)
Raise it high, let the mountains know.
Built by fire, forged below.
(Chorus)
BANQUET BLOOD! Running through these veins tonight!
Golden thunder, cold as steel, burning brighter than the light!
No surrender, no regret, we stand exactly where we should.
Brothers forged in iron will… baptized in Banquet Blood!
(Verse 2)
Engines roar like ancient dragons breathing fury through the dark.
Every mile another memory branded deep beneath the heart.
We’ve buried friends and buried dreams beneath the weight of endless days,
Still we laugh into the darkness while the world just fades away.
One more toast to every outlaw, every soul that’s paid the cost.
To every bridge we’ve ever burned, every battle that we lost.
We’re not kings and we’re not heroes; we’re just trying to survive.
But when the cans begin to crack, that’s when we all come alive.
(Breakdown)
No crowns.
No lies.
No silver spoons.
No compromise.
Just cold gold.
Blue collar pride.
Raise your can—
LET IT RIDE!
(Chorus)
BANQUET BLOOD! Running through these veins tonight!
Golden thunder, cold as steel, burning brighter than the light!
Raise ’em higher, scream together till the heavens understood—
Nothing breaks a hardened soul fueled by Banquet Blood!
(Bridge)
When the reaper comes to claim us, don’t you dress us up in black.
Lay a six-pack by our side so we’ll never look back.
Let the mountains hear our laughter rolling louder than the rain.
We’ll be drinking with the fallen, breaking every earthly chain.
Ashes scatter in the wind, but legends never disappear.
They live inside the stories and the ones still standing here.
Every cracked and battered knuckle, every weathered, calloused hand,
Built this life one day at a time—together we still stand.
(Final Chorus)
BANQUET BLOOD! Hear the battle anthem roar!
Every working soul united, always hungry, wanting more!
Raise the banner, raise the cans, let every voice be understood!
Steel and fire! Heart and grit!
Forever fueled by Banquet Blood!
(Outro)
When the lights burn out and silence swallows every sound,
We’ll leave empty cans and memories where we stood our ground.
No monuments of marble, no fortune carved in stone—
Just brothers, songs, and Banquets…
The closest thing to home.
