Blood on the Risers
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright. He checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight. He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar, “You ain’t gonna jump no more!” Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die...
Blood on the Risers is the song of the American Paratrooper and makes for one helluva name for a Black Lager. Our Schwarzbier embodies the spirit of the paratrooper with its almost pitch-black appearance reminiscent of a solider performing a midnight jump.
Sweet mildly malty, dry roasted flavor and aroma with a hint of coffee. Black in color with a creamy white head and mildly hopped.