We walk the walk, like we’re 10 feet tall,nHide in the tree tops of the timber, deliver death to allnWe talk the talk, our voice is thunder,nMy mission here is truly clear, I am the butchernWe are the shadow storm, rolling defenders,nFilled with piss and pride, and a courage unprecedentednnIt’s time to man up, when you’ve got a man downnIt’s time to man up, never leave a man downnI’ve got your back and you’ve got mine,nAs long as we stand together,nEverything’s gonna be alrightnI’ll keep you high when you get low,nJust a band of brothers raising hell,nLike a murder of crows