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Hear now, my brothers

Men at arms, side by side

In defense, in honor

In rememberance, we cry out

Six shots in Idaho

Piercing through my heart

To any who stand against us

A question, an answer

Let freedom ring from gunfire

A hollowpoint soliloquy

Blades thirsty for the blood of Fed scum

From three hundred years of conquest

We strike out at

Enemies who emerge from within

Minds and souls honed on stones

Of tradition, discipline

And pride

No brother, no brother of mine

No mercy for those who break the vow

To the filth and scum among us

Six shots in Idaho

Piercing through my heart

To any who stand against us

A question, an answer

Let freedom ring from gunfire