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
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