We call ourselves the brotherhood, but our battles we fight alone
The things we do, and the reasons we do them, to outsiders, remains unknown

No membership is required to join, there are no maintenance fees
But like the Mafia this is a club, you can not just quit when you please

United with pain and strength and courage our grunts and exhaled breath
A true brother would stick by your side, until his very death

I have many friends in the brotherhood, most I have never met.
We talk about training and technique and brag about our heaviest set

We each support each other, and offer up advice
And since most of us bang iron alone, this fellowship is nice

Which brings me now to Ranger, a brother we all know
The guns were pulled, the shit went down and he decided he had to go

He stood beside us through thick and thin and not a complaint was heard
The only way to hurt a Ranger was not to believe him at his word

Many say he has left the board but some of us think not
A part of his very soul was here and that will not be forgot