On a cold winter morning
In the time before the game
In flames of ref's eternal reign
We skate towards the fight
When the puck has fallen down
And the faceoffs are tough, alright
The sound of evil cheering falls
Around the ice tonight
Fighting hard, fighting on for the Cup
Through the arenas evermore
The scattered goalies will feel the shots
Shots wasted on the pads
On the whitest planes in Canada's domain
We watch them as they go
In ice and pain, now once again
We know

So now, we skate ever free, we're free before the penalty
On towards the playoffs, our schedule carries on
Far beyond the period, far beyond the intermission
Deep inside our helmets and all our pads

So far away, we wait for the play
For the careers, all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a career lost in a thousand games
Through the skates and the sticks, we carry on

As the next period is starting
And the faceoff cracks the arena
They'll raise their hands to the rafters above
With complaining in their eyes
Skating back through the middle blue line
There's a burning in my legs
We're banished from a circle in a faceoff
To a start beyond the refs
In your darkest dreams, see to believe
Our penalty this time
And endlessly we'll all be free
After five

And on the wings of a line, so far beyond the bench
All alone in breakaway, now the puck has gone
Lost inside you'll never find, lost within your own pads
Game after game, this feeling must go on

So far away, we wait for the play
For the careers, all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a career lost in a thousand games
Through the skates and the sticks, we carry on

Whoa-oh oh, whoa-oh oh, whoa-oh oh oh oh...
Whoa-oh oh, whoa-oh oh, whoa-oh oh oh oh...

Now, here we stand with their blood on our hands
We fought so hard now, can we sit for five?
I'll break the face of this center if I possibly can
For freedom of every puck

So far away, we wait for the play
For the careers, all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a career lost in a thousand games
Through the skates and the sticks, we carry on