Tonight we donned the armor, Beneath the flannel, steel and pride. At dawn of battle, without boasting, We chose the way of the samurai. On their ice, on their own ground, They raised their blades of sharpened steel. But we played the game they claimed as theirs, With calm resolve and iron will. Four true strikes, four perfect cuts, Two answers only, swiftly silenced. Each goal a wound in growing quiet, Each save a vow forever kept. Go Habs Go! The flannel turns to armor! Go Habs Go! Honor walks before the win! Sabres high, you waited for the storm, But it was inner fire that spoke. No rage, no panic, no despair, Only the discipline of the flawless move. We did not shout before the hour, We let the game decide the truth. And when the night at last fell still, It was Montreal left standing tall. Go Habs Go! Behind the mask, the warrior’s soul! Go Habs Go! The path is red, white, and blue! Tonight, the Sacred Flannel taught the world That victory need not forsake honor. Samurai for one night, Canadiens forever, For triumph is forged within the heart.
