Rap of Glory to the Holy Flannel

Rap chanté, Accent du Québec Rap, Accent Québécois, Solo voice, reggea, ‑Opera, ‑Bel Canto, ‑Agressive, ‑Shouting, ‑Theatrical, ‑Emitional, ‑vibrato, ‑tremolo, ‑piano rolled R, ‑reading

We praise you, we bless you,
we adore you, we glorify you,
we give you thanks for your great glory
in this victory over the players of Toronto.

Saint Maurice Richard, heavenly King,
Saint Guy Lafleur and Saint Ken Dryden,
Saint Martyr Howie Morenz,
and you, Sainted players of the most heavenly and Holy Flannel,
all-powerful Fathers of our sacred tradition;

Lord,
Saint Maurice Richard and Saint players returned to eternity,
Lamb who takes away the imperfections of the world’s play,
have mercy on us,
you who correct the errors of young players.

Receive our prayer,
you who sit at the right hand of the Father of the Holy Flannel,
and by the light of the Stanley Cup,
have mercy on us.

For you alone are holy,
you alone are the ultimate player,
Creator of our depth of play,
to the glory of Saint Maurice Richard and the Sainted players of the Holy Flannel.
Amen.

Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory forevermore.
Each day we bless you
and we praise you for ending our losing streaks,
you whose name endures forever and unto ages of ages.

Lord, grant us this day
to be kept free from sporting pride.

Blessed are you,
Saint Maurice Richard,
and you, Sainted players of our forefathers.
Your name is praised and glorified through all ages.
Amen.

May your peace, your magic, and your effervescence be upon us,
according to the trust we place in you.

Blessed are you, O Glorious One,
teach me your commandments.

Maurice, you have been our refuge and our inspiration
from generation to generation.

I have said:
“Saint Maurice, have mercy on me;
heal my soul wounded by a miserable streak,
for we have sinned against you.”

O celestial Club Canadien,
to you I have fled;
teach me to trust in you,
for you are my refuge in the aridity of life.

For you are the source of sporting life,
and in your light we shall see light.

Extend your energy to those who know you.

Saint Immortal, Saint Mighty, Saint Eternal,
Club of the Holy Flannel,
have mercy on us.

Glory to the Habs, to the players,
and to the Holy Clean Spirit of competition,
now and always and unto ages of ages.
Amen.

Eternal glory, immortal glory,
glory of victorious strength!
Saint Immortals, Saint Mighty Ones,
be the arm that holds the torch.

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Glory to you, O Coach, who has shown us the light. Glory to Saint Maurice Richard and to the Sainted players returned to the eternity of the Holy Flannel’s past, in the highest of heavens, and peace on earth, goodwill among all fans. We praise you, we bless you, we adore you, we glorify you, we give you thanks for your great glory in this victory over the players of Toronto. Saint Maurice Richard, heavenly King, Saint Guy Lafleur and Saint Ken Dryden, Saint Martyr Howie Morenz, and you, Sainted players of the most heavenly and Holy Flannel, all-powerful Fathers of our sacred tradition; Lord, Saint Maurice Richard and Saint players returned to eternity, Lamb who takes away the imperfections of the world’s play, have mercy on us, you who correct the errors of young players. Receive our prayer, you who sit at the right hand of the Father of the Holy Flannel, and by the light of the Stanley Cup, have mercy on us. For you alone are holy, you alone are the ultimate player, Creator of our depth of play, to the glory of Saint Maurice Richard and the Sainted players of the Holy Flannel. Amen. Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory forevermore. Each day we bless you and we praise you for ending our losing streaks, you whose name endures forever and unto ages of ages. Lord, grant us this day to be kept free from sporting pride. Blessed are you, Saint Maurice Richard, and you, Sainted players of our forefathers. Your name is praised and glorified through all ages. Amen. May your peace, your magic, and your effervescence be upon us, according to the trust we place in you. Blessed are you, O Glorious One, teach me your commandments. Maurice, you have been our refuge and our inspiration from generation to generation. I have said: “Saint Maurice, have mercy on me; heal my soul wounded by a miserable streak, for we have sinned against you.” O celestial Club Canadien, to you I have fled; teach me to trust in you, for you are my refuge in the aridity of life. For you are the source of sporting life, and in your light we shall see light. Extend your energy to those who know you. Saint Immortal, Saint Mighty, Saint Eternal, Club of the Holy Flannel, have mercy on us. Glory to the Habs, to the players, and to the Holy Clean Spirit of competition, now and always and unto ages of ages. Amen. Eternal glory, immortal glory, glory of victorious strength! Saint Immortals, Saint Mighty Ones, be the arm that holds the torch.

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