And Michael Rasmussen came unto me
Snatching me up from my place of slumber
And took me on high and higher still
Until we moved through the spaces betwixt the air itself
And he brought me into a vast arena of our own Detroit
And as we descended cries of impending doom rose from the ice
One thousand, nay a million, voices full of fear
And terror possessed me then
And I begged "Rasmussen, what are these tortured screams?"
And Ras said unto me "These are the cries of the Wings, the cries of the Wings!
You see Gniwder, today is game day, and to them it is the holocaust"
And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat
With the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared
"Hear me now, I have seen the light!
They have a #1 center! they have a powerforward! they have a soul!
Damn you! Let the Ras take draws! Save our brothers!
Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Michael"
Órale carnal