[instrumental intro] [Verse 1] In the halls of gold where the brave do dine, Past Bifröst's gleam and the mead divine, There stood a man with a skillet bold, Forging feasts like blades of old. His fire roared with Surtur’s breath, He diced with hands that challenged death, The gods would chant when he would sear: "Let Valhalla’s banquet now appear!" [Pre-Chorus] In pots he brewed the storms of taste, Each spice a rune, no grain misplaced. [Chorus] Flames of the feast eternal rise! Beneath the gaze of Asgard’s skies. Thor’s horn raised, Loki grinned, Odin wept for the joy within. Savor the might, the meat, the lore— A legend forged in kitchen war! [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] From giant boar to Midgard trout, He summoned flavors gods would shout. Freyja danced with golden hair, As sweet mead pies perfumed the air. He basted dragons, grilled with flame, And carved the stars in sauce and name. No blade of war could match the thrill Of lamb kissed by his iron will. [Instrumental break] [Bridge] [Spoken, like a mythic voice:] "He fed the Einherjar ‘til shields were plates, And won the favor of Asgard’s fates." [Instrumental / Guitar Solo] (Blistering licks echoing the crackle of his hearth, rhythmic like chopping, furious like fire.) [Chorus] Flames of the feast eternal rise! Beneath the gaze of Asgard’s skies. Fenrir howled but took a seat, Beneath his hands, all strife did eat. Feast now, gods, from dusk till morn— In the kitchen where myths are born! [Outro] Now echoes still through time and flame, The Chef whose craft no god could name. They carved his tale in stone and bone— A cauldron crowned upon his throne.
