There's a intensity in the air
It's quiet at first
but as the sea of gold grows,
the growl becomes louder
The speakers are pounding
Instruments are sparkling
helmets and pads start smashing
and the growl continues to grow
The wave of sound peaks
as the cannon BOOMS!
and as the smoke clears
the growl can be heard
The massive Titans line up
We clamor to our feet
Hands start a shimmer in the air
and the growl ROARS!
One side chants, the other responds
Friendliness leaves as oranges rain
Old habits die hard
as our gregarious growl proves
Voices become raw
as the noise clamors on
But none of us stop
because the growl won't die.
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