Praise the name of Yahweh.
Praise Yahweh, all of you who who would love his team,
you who worship at Rexall Place,
you who lift your hands in the house of our God.
Praise Yahweh, for he is good.
Shout his praise when the red light glows.
For Yahweh has chosen Edmonton to be his own,
the Oilers to be his most treasured possession.
I know that Yahweh is great,
that Yahweh is greater than any man.
Yahweh is concerned with his own pleasure,
in the stands and on the ice,
in the bars and on team flights.
He blesses the sticks of those he has chosen:
they will catch lightning in a bottle
and fill their storehouses with standings points.
He struck down the chosen one of Montreal,
a man covered in the sin of the Stars.
He sent this as a sign to his people,
against Gainey and his riotous people but also for us.
Yahweh has destoryed many nations
and executed mighty coaches:
Carbonneau, leader of the Canadiens,
Savard leader of the Blackhawks:
every coach associated with les Habitants
has been destined for destruction.