IN LATE EVENING KILLING MIST
FLORIDA BATHES IN RED MOONRISE
THE IRON NIGHT OF FROST HAS COME
THE PUDDLES ALL ARE CLAD IN ICE
YOU HAVE TRAMPLED ON OUR HONOR
AND OUR TEAM IN SPITTLE AND SPITE
SO I SUMMON YOU TO GAME THREE
FOR IT IS MY PLIGHT AND MY RIGHT
I CHANT THE WORDS OF THE ROD
OF THE VENGEANCE AND OF VICTORY
YOU WILL BE FOREVER OUTCAST
IF IN COWARDICE YOU REFUSE ME
IF YOU FEEL TIRED OF WALKING
ON THE LONG ROAD TO YOUR AFTERLIFE
CANES SHALL HELP YOU ON YOUR WAY THERE
FACE US, WE’LL GLADLY END YOUR STRIFE
THE RED SUN RISES TO THE SKY
WE MEET IN HOLMEGANG TO LIVE OR DIE
I ASK OF SLAVIN AND STAAL MY BOYS
TO WASH MY HONOR IN BLOOD
EVERY PUCK RECKLESSLY PLAYED
DOES RESULT IN DIRE CONSEQUENCE
EVEN IF ONE SAFE AMONG THEIR D
THINKS IT WISE TO FORGET COMMON SENSE
IT IS BEST TO KEEP THE GOAL SHUT
IF ONE HOLDS A LIFE IN PLAYOFFS DEAR
FOR WHERE NACHOS EYES ARE WATCHING
THE NACHOS SKATES ARE ALWAYS NEAR
THE RED MOON RISES TO THE SKY
WE MEET IN GAME THREE TO LIVE OR DIE
I ASK OF SLAVIN AND STAAL MY BOYS
TO WASH MY HONOR IN BLOOD