In the land of ice and frost, where legends dwell,
A band of warriors, under the purple spell,
Vikings fans, with hearts aglow,
Rejoice today, for the winds do blow.
From far and wide, the battle drums sound,
A Pro Bowl titan has chosen this ground,
Javon Hargrave, a force so bold,
His presence ablaze, like fires of old.
Oh, the line of scrimmage, a stage for the brave,
Where dreams are woven, and heroes pave
The path to glory, through sweat and through strife,
In this fierce game, where we celebrate life.
His hands, like steel, shall grasp at the sky,
An anchor of strength, as defenses apply,
Opponents will tremble, as he strikes with might,
In the twilight of autumn, they’ll feel his flight.
In the bold purple blood that runs through our veins,
Echoes of victory linger in chains;
Memories forged in the ice and the roar,
With Hargrave, we’ll dance through the rivalry’s door.
The autumn leaves whisper, “It’s time for the game,”
As fans paint their faces and echo his name,
With every tackle, every pass, every cheer,
Hope unfurls like wings, inviting us near.
So gather, oh fans, in this sacred embrace,
As the Purple Reign starts anew in this place,
For unity beckons, together we stand,
Against every challenge, with strength hand in hand.
Oh, Hargrave, our beacon, our shield in the night,
Guide us through battles, into the light,
With passion ignited, embrace all that’s true,
Together, we’ll rally, the Purple and you.
Through seasons of struggle, through trials of fate,
This signing, this moment, it feels like our slate
Is wiped clean with promise, our spirits set free—