Twelve in the Noise

Rain on Elliott Bay, ferries cut the gray, Neon in the puddles, Seattle stays. Ten years in the echo, ten years in the voice, We didn’t disappear. (We learned the noise). From Pike Place shadows to the cranes by the Sound, We learned how to stand where the rain hits the ground. Yesler still wet, I-5 moving slow, We don’t shine in the sun, we vibrate below. Space Needle blinking like a pulse in the fog, Coffee after midnight, boots deep in the slog. This city don’t whisper, don’t beg, don’t explain, We speak through pressure, through volume and rain. This ain’t a crowd that just fills up a seat, This is breath synchronized, concrete and heat. Every step to the stadium sharpens the poise, You don’t stand beside us. (You become the noise). We rise in decibels, the Twelve come alive, Lumen Field shaking, feel the numbers collide. Concrete trembles when we multiply our voice, This is where we exist. (Twelve in the noise). We rise in decibels, no fear, no doubt, Loudest place on earth when the Twelve let it out. From the Sound to the field, hear the city rejoice, We don’t watch from afar. We move it with noise. One yard line frozen in the back of our sight, A stolen second carved into the night. We lost that game, yeah, maybe fate had a role, But one choice in plain sight still haunts the soul. They called it genius, they called it control, Patriots in white, playing destiny’s role. Felt like the Devil tipped the final roll, That pick was witchcraft, etched in the soul. Unfinished business, pressure on hold, A debt still breathing, never getting old. Ten years later, same scar, new choice, Every silent season fed the noise. They come from the East with their rings and their tone, Patriots talking like history’s owned. But memory here doesn’t fade or get lost, It waits in the crowd, counting the cost. We rise in decibels, the Twelve come alive, Snap counts shatter when the pressure arrives. Opposing cadence dissolves in the Seattle noise, You don’t hear the call when the Twelve deploys. This season was carried through doubt and rain, Brick by brick belief, absorbed the strain. Sam Darnold stood tall when they laughed his name, Redemption in motion, rewriting the frame. JSN carving space like rain through wire, Routes so clean set the future on fire. Shaheed back deep, whole field held tight, A gift from the Saints, speed sent by the light. Kenneth Walker downhill, K9 grind, Three TDs heavy, left the Niners behind. Our defense stood first, no star to applaud, Just jaws locked shut, number one squad. Cooper Kupp steady, veteran calm, Haunted the Rams, closed that palm. One more run, one last ring in sight, If this is the ending, let it end right. This is where the ghosts return in the sound, Same old Patriots names when the echoes come round. Butler Brady Belichick Names we drown in Seattle sound. Curse the pick. Curse the silence. Curse the night we lost control. Not a curse, a debt. Written in sound. And tonight the noise responds, The crowd takes the ground. Russell Wilson echoes when the rain hits loud, Beast Mode footsteps still shake the ground. Legion of Boom taught us how fear deploys, In the breath before impact, before the noise. Different era now, different crew, But the sound is the same and the hunger too. We’re not chasing ghosts, we’re making the choice, To set the record straight. Twelve in the noise. We rise in decibels, the Twelve come alive, (Let it rise) Lumen Field shaking, watch the numbers collide. (Decibels) Concrete trembles when we multiply, (Twelve strong) Every yard gets pushed by the sound we provide. We rise in decibels, no fear, no doubt, (Let it out) Loudest place on earth when the Twelve let it out. (Rain City) From the Sound to the field, hear the city rejoice, (Seattle) We don’t just watch history. (We move it) We force the choice. Why we fight (For the history) Why we fight (For the revenge) Why we fight (To beat the Patriots) Why we fight (For West Coast pride) Why we fight (Bring the sun back) Seattle Step by step Side by side We are the crowd We are the sound We are the Twelve On the field Right now Right now Let’s do this! College Navy, ready for war, No room for a captain patch anymore. The C won’t fit, so hear the truth, The Twelve wears it, loud in the booth. (Who are we) Seahawks (Who are we) The Twelve (Who are we) Seattle (It’s time) Super Bowl Go Hawks Go Go Hawks Go Patriots Hear the noise Go Hawks Go Go Hawks Go This is our time Right now Go Seahawks Go Seahawks To the Super Bowl Go Seahawks Go Seahawks Let’s win it all Go Seahawks Let’s win the Super Bowl