Beneath the silver moon’s gentle glow,
Blades carve stories on the frozen sea,
Echoes of battles in the cold wind blow,
Each pass and shot a timeless decree.

Helmets gleaming under stadium lights,
Hearts beat in rhythm with the game’s fierce call,
Unity in motion, a dance of knights,
Chasing glory across the rink’s wide hall.

The puck glides swift, a shadow in flight,
Dreams woven in each swift, daring move,
Faces focused, eyes like stars in the night,
In this icy realm, their spirits prove.

As the siren sings its final refrain,
Victory’s warmth or defeat’s cold embrace,
Yet in each heart, the passion will remain,
For the love of the game, they will always chase.