(Opening Chorus)

Fana, Fana, we are best,

One big family, truly blessed!

Young and old, we join the run,

Every archer finds their fun.

Kind and helpful, spirits high,

Fana lifts the sport sky-high!

(Verse 1 — Compound)

Precision sights and steady aim,

Fast and sharp, it wins the game.

If you want those perfect scores,

Compound’s power opens doors!

(Chorus 1)

Quiver ready, bow in hand,

Fana’s archers rule the land.

Through the forest, through the mist,

Not a single shot is missed.

(Verse 2 — Recurve)

Flows like rivers, lines so sleek,

Olympic dreams are what we seek.

Gentle draw and eagle eye,

Recurve arrows soaring high.

(Chorus 2)

Fana, Fana, friendships bloom,

Every archer finds their room.

First-timers or those who know,

Raising each other as we go.

(Verse 3 — Barebow)

Skip the gadgets, lose the weight,

Steel and skill, we celebrate.

If you crave the simple cheer,

Join the ranks—no fear in here!

Every starter learns with pride,

Barebow standing by their side.

Thrills and triumphs, stories told,

Barebow’s glory bright and bold.

(Barebow Special Chorus)

Fana’s story, proudly told,

Barebow magic, strong and bold.

Pure and strong, wild and free,

Barebow leads our legacy.

(Verse 4 — Trad)

A wooden handle in your hand,

Traditional class is in demand.

Crowds of archers fill the line,

Classic pride in every spine.

(Chorus 4)

Feathers flying, twang of string,

Echoes through the woods in spring.

Crowds are cheering, archers stand,

Traditional pride across the land.

(Verse 5 — Longbow)

Tall and silent, king of yore,

Longbows whisper ancient lore.

Robin Hood looks on in awe,

Strength and focus, pure as law.

(Final Chorus)

Fana, Fana, we are best,

Filled with spirit and zest.

Friendships strong, our cheers resound,

Fana magic all around.

Shoulder to shoulder, we stand with pride,

Fana’s spirit rides every tide!