Texty: Flatfoot 56. Knuckles Up. Brotherhood.

As I walk through this land
I remember the boys who took a stand
who stood there strong when things got tough
they would shout and scream at the things that were rough
no weapon formed against them would live
a punch to the face, a kick to the rib
their cause was justice and they strove to be pure
all of hell shook when their knees hit the floor
Never look back, never give up
There?s someone behind who will pick you up
I?ve got a sword in my hand and I?m ready for the attack

Raise up the flag let them see, our creed is a symbol for those who are free
we fight against evil, we fight against sin
our battle?s not outward, our battle?s within