When the Blade slices through the ice
The Drums at distance begin to dance
all the Tribe begins to whirl
for that strategic,movement moves even closer
that little disc,will be inserted,within the enemies net
The shiftness,Stealthness,conniving,genius of the battle
Overthrows the opponents,work or even talent
Greatness of the Design,the Oneness of all nature
Reason for the glory of Blackhawks,Victorious adventure....

Here the Thunder,see the Lightning,Feel the Blackhawk Nation,forever Marching.
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