Ice Kings

Yeah, cold ice

under the bright arena beams Sixty minutes to chase the cup,

to live the dreams

Lace the skates tight,

stepping onto the rink Cold air hit the lungs before you even

can think

Black rubber sliding, ninety miles an hour Board battles in the corner,

showing true grit and power Blue line trap,

looking for the breakaway One timer,

top shelf, taking it all the way

Put your stick on the ice,

hear the siren blow (siren sound)

When the red light flashes,

everybody know (yeah!) We fighting for the cup,

leaving blood on the sheets

From the frozen ponds straight to the arena seats

Defenders sliding low, trying to block the lane Playoffs on the line,

playing through the pain Five-hole open,

sneak it past the pad Going end-to-end,

making defenders look bad Gloves hit the ice when the tension boils

high

Victory is sweet under the north country sky

Put your stick on the ice,

hear the siren blow (siren sound) When the red light flashes,

everybody know

(yeah!) We fighting for the cup,

leaving blood on the sheets

From the frozen ponds straight to the arena seats

Yeah, the siren fades,

but the legacy remains Sixty minutes on the ice,

washing off the stains Lord Stanley,

we coming for you (skate stopping

sound)