[Intro] Bring the horn and bring the flame Bring the trophies of their shame Tonight we dine where ravens fly Beneath a moon with a butcher’s eye [Verse] The tables shook with mailed fists The smoke curled thick around the beams We drank from cups of hammered bronze And drowned the faces in our dreams The skalds sang loud of broken shields Of severed crests and conquered fields But every laugh was edged with fear For something else was feasting here [Pre-Chorus] Strike the drum Lift the blade Praise the debt The dead have paid [Chorus] Feast of Iron and Bone We drink where mercy dies alone Feast of Iron and Bone We crown the night on a splintered throne Raise the horn to the blood-red sky Sing for the fallen, never ask why In the hall where the cold winds moan We keep the Feast of Iron and Bone [Verse] The old seer carved the ribs of fate And read the marrow by the fire Her blind eyes widened at the sign Her voice sank lower than desire She said the moon is not your guide It is the wound you open wide Each drop you spill, each life you take Will feed the end you dare not wake [Pre-Chorus] Strike the drum Hide the dread Laugh with ghosts And toast the dead [Chorus] Feast of Iron and Bone We drink where mercy dies alone Feast of Iron and Bone We crown the night on a splintered throne Raise the horn to the blood-red sky Sing for the fallen, never ask why In the hall where the cold winds moan We keep the Feast of Iron and Bone [Instrumental] Bone flutes shriek, the fires leap Warriors chant, the shadows creep Guitars grind like stone on steel Drums command what hearts conceal [Bridge] A young bride wept beside the wall Her husband’s name was sung by all Not as a man, but as a kill And all the hall grew hungry still [Breakdown] Eat the fear Drink the grief Call it glory Call belief Break the bread Break the throne Feast on iron Feast on bone [Build-up] The seer screamed once The torches died The red moon opened Like an eye [Chorus] Feast of Iron and Bone We drink where mercy dies alone Feast of Iron and Bone We crown the night on a splintered throne Raise the horn to the blood-red sky Sing for the fallen, never ask why In the hall where the cold winds moan We keep the Feast of Iron and Bone [Chorus] Feast of Iron and Bone The gods are silent, the curse has grown Feast of Iron and Bone We are not masters of what we own Every victory sharpens grief Every triumph rots belief In the hall where the cold winds moan We choke on the Feast of Iron and Bone [Outro] Bring the horn and bring the flame The feast has learned our secret name