Icemen’s Roar

Here they come from the hills of the west.

Cold steel,

frozen ground.

Deep in the valleys

of western PA A

frozen wind blows

through the night and the day

Here comes the yeti,

the white-furred machine

Wrapped up in blue

and the blackest of sheens

We are the Icemen,

the kings of the rink!

(the Icemen!)

Skating on steel, we don't falter or shrink

Blue and the black,

we are locking the gate

The yeti is hungry,

you've met with your fate!

Down from the mountains,

the ice starts to crack

There is no retreat,

there is no looking back

With sticks held on high

and the crowd in a roar

The Pennsylvania power

is clearing the floor

We are the Icemen,

the kings of the rink!

(the Icemen!) Skating on steel,

we don't falter or shrink

Blue and the black,

we are locking the gate

The yeti is hungry,

you've met with your fate!

Blue and black. (blue and black!)

The yeti rules the west.

Icemen...