3 Inches Of Blood

A sharpened blade
The smell of sweat and
Pure aggression fills the air
A burning flame
Even though it's cold your veins will burn
Scream along the boards, hard and fast
A goal in sight, you're almost there
Standing in your way, a gang of foes
There to take you down,
Give 'em all you've got
The challenge made
Leave it on the ice
Defend your team
Leave it on the ice
[Solo: Clark]
A crushing blow, Incur the wrath
You are the target
You're in his sights
A restless crowd
You must satisfy their violent lust
Throw down the gloves, look him in the eye
Your fists are primed to hit their mark