Rest now my Silent Brother
Your work on earth is through,
Your spirit lives in others
Who carry on for you.
The flames you have kindled
Burn brighter than the sun,
To awaken the sleeping brothers
For work that must be done.
From seeds that you have planted
A mighty forest grows,
From guns of Aryan Warriors
Your story will be told,
So rest now my Silent Brother,
Your crops are doing well,
A million Aryan Warriors
Are blooming in your fields.
When the guns are silent,
And in Victory we stand,
The Spirit of Robert Jay Mathews
Will live in every man.