Look and see, that wave of black;
Who put the others in awe.
Is it the fury that you bring,
the fight for a champion's lore?
It isn't the strong armour that protect;
Nor the sharpest of swords to fight?
It is the raw Spirit, that had always been with us,
pass years since, put us trough challenges that strike.
And so the wave of black, red, white;
Are you ready for this year?
I ask thee, I ask...
For are thee ready for glory and pride?