This is the touch that makes your skin crawl as we brush in the damp night
As I march up beside you in this stale dismal fright
The sweat that drips from my chin, as I walk this land free from sin
No worry for I have my brother in arms next to me, my closest of kin
We stomp as you hear us roar as we’re coming to your front door…
There should be no doubt; this is our time to settle the score
You chant, you rave, just to find yourself in a grave
This is our land that you tried to enslave, this violence you gave
We our the strong, we our the right, we will pace all night
We will bloody our knuckles and scar our knees, you’ll mourne the sight
With tattered skin and battered bones, there is no fear when this flag is flown
Each and every time you threaten our kind, you will see our nation defined
Blood, misery, and pain the fallen soldiers still proclaim
There is no greater fame than that of the American name
The eagle flies in every Americans eye, now I dare you to try and defy
This land of the free and home of the brave as you see us in the night sky
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