In the heat of battle, we emerge strong,
LCQ Demon, ready to prove them wrong.
Swift as a dart, we strike with precision,
Bouncing back, defying any derision.
With a shorty in hand, we won't need to roam,
No need to travel to distant lands like China's dome.
Silencing doubters, we assert our might,
Shut up, they'll say, as we claim our rightful height.
Cryo, it's Cry-o, our opponents will weep,
Tears shed as they witness the dominance we keep.
Leaving them blinded, lost in our display,
Raze-ing their expectations, they'll have to say.
Don't call us weeb, for we're warriors true,
Unyielding in our spirit, in all that we pursue.
Victory's our creed, we won't taste defeat,
Back to back, bitches, our reign will repeat.