Brother Braves
Be proud
Full, half, and New Breed
Stand Proud

Wear your feathers
In your hair
Let’m know
you’re there

You have the spirit
Of the fallen
Have the spirit
Of the choosen

Guard the earth
Under the great sky
Under the all seeing eye
Prepare the Battle Cry

So when the time
She arrives
To make the stand
To live and die

Fill your lungs
Till they burst
Ride again
In your ghost shirts