Beneath the silver moon’s gentle glow, Blades carve stories on the frozen sea, Echoes of battles in the cold wind…
In the chill of morning light, blades carve dreams, Echoes of laughter blend with the crowd’s cheer, A puckâs swift…
Under the glow of arena lights, they skate, Blades carving dreams on frozen ground, The puck dances, a ballet of…