Beskar Bloodsport
Lyrics
Intro
Helmet on
Heart gone cold
Name your price
I want gold (hey!)
Verse 1
Step out the crest, sand in my teeth
Beskar chest plate, death underneath
Old clan mark still carved in the steel
Swore as a foundling I’d die in the field
Hunt list long, got scars like maps
Track your heat in the ash and the black
Jetpack jump, I erase your trail
If honor got weight, then I tip the scale
Mudhorn sigil, I earned that pain
Drag my prey through dust and rain
Quiet in the camp, but I roar on the run
If you stand between target and creed, you’re done
Chorus
This is the Great Hunt, blood in the dust
Only two rules: steel and trust
You hear that click? that’s fate, not luck
When my visor locks in, you’re struck
This is the Great Hunt, night turned red
Legends get told when the weak lie dead
Say my clan name, say it once
Then run, little mark, you’re lunch
Verse 2
Whistle rounds sing, teeth on the wind
Every cartridge paid for the weight of my sin
Old war songs in a tongue half-gone
But the rhythm in my boots still marching on
Bounties in cages, credits in stacks
But I sleep light, hand on the strap
Code in my bones like chain through a sling
I bow to the forge, not to a king
Heat from the blast, frost in my veins
Helmet never off when I shoulder the blame
You talk big fight from a palace chair
I cut through guards, leave smoke in the air
Chorus
This is the Great Hunt, blood in the dust
Only two rules: steel and trust
You hear that click? that’s fate, not luck
When my visor locks in, you’re struck
This is the Great Hunt, night turned red
Legends get told when the weak lie dead
Say my clan name, say it once
Then run, little mark, you’re lunch
Bridge
Clan in my echo, ghosts in my sight
Every lost brother put fuel in my fight
You pray for mercy, I pray for war
’Cause peace never paid what I’m hunting for
Chorus
This is the Great Hunt, blood in the dust
Only two rules: steel and trust
You hear that click? that’s fate, not luck
When my visor locks in, you’re struck
This is the Great Hunt, night turned red
Legends get told when the weak lie dead
Say my clan name, say it once
Then run, little mark, you’re lunch