Oh, BLEED, warriors clad in black and red,
With courage that strikes, like a blade, a thread.
With eyes like flame, fierce and bright,
To rise and conquer in the heat of fight.
Here stands yay, the silent storm,
Sharpshooter born to break the norm.
With focus sharp and vision keen,
His aim so true, he reigns unseen.
And crazyguy, quick as wind, so sly,
A phantom shadow that cuts the sky.
With fearless moves and heart ablaze,
He leads the team through darkest days.
Then deryeon, swift and wise,
With deadly grace, he seizes prize.
A master’s hand, his aim’s refined,
He knows each step and reads the mind.
sscary walks with steady might,
A titan’s strength in endless night.
With calm resolve, he guards the throne,
The walls he builds stand firm, alone.
retla, fierce in heart and hand,
A tactician’s mind, as strong as sand.
With nerves of steel and boundless fire,
He’s there to lift, to rise, inspire.
Together they stand, a team, a creed—
With strength that roars, they rise as BLEED.
Through every round and final fight,
They spark the flame, ignite the light.
With every frag, with every clash,
They leave their mark with each bold flash.
The future waits, as they charge ahead,
In arenas vast, where legends tread.
So chant their names, let echoes soar,
From sky to earth, from shore to shore.
For BLEED we cheer, with strength and pride,
As battles rage, we stand beside.
BLEED, bleed strong, the world will see,
The dawn you bring, your victory!