Steam curls off your pauldron seams
Salt eats the leather straps you cleaned
My fuller drinks the gutter's gleam
Winter knows what honor means
Coffee's cold but the grill stays hot
Regulars know what the night forgot
You're just another plate left to rot
But I don't serve what can't be bought
Broadside to the dawn's first grey
I've held the line since judgment day
No feast awaits the price you pay
Just grease and grit to keep the gray
Banner rotted in the keep
King died choking on his sleep
You swore to guard the crown's last sheep
Now wolves wear crowns you swore to keep
Coffee's cold but the grill stays hot
Regulars know what the night forgot
You're just another plate left to rot
But I don't serve what can't be bought
Broadside to the dawn's first grey
I've held the line since judgment day
No feast awaits the price you pay
Just grease and grit to keep the gray
Your gauntlet's fused to my cold grip
Frost writes names on your cracked lip
Three kings fell where you let slip
Dawn won't wake what the night won't keep
Bell rings twice for the usual two
Hash browns crisp while the sky turns blue
You've carried kingdoms. I've carried you.
No check comes due for the dark you knew
Just steam and salt on the morning grind
Broadside to the dawn's first grey
I've held the line since judgment day
No feast awaits the price you pay
Just grease and grit to keep the gray
Snow piles up on the crossguard steel
Your breath hangs low like a wagon wheel
The alley swallows what the years conceal
I'll outlast every wound you heal
Broadside to the dawn's first grey
I've held the line since judgment day
No feast awaits the price you pay
Just grease and grit to keep the gray
Order up. Broadside.
