[Spoken Intro] Ladies, gentlemen, misfits, and chemically unstable disappointments— clear the damn stage. The arena has a new act. And I, Draven, am personally offended that nobody told me sooner. [Verse 1] Look at that bastard vault the rail, blade in his teeth, coat full of hell, Zaun-born grin with a fuse in his hand, he cuts through the smoke like he owns the land. Brother to Jinx, brother to Vi, family reunion—somebody's gonna die. He flips, he feints, he cheats, he burns, finally a fighter who knows what the crowd deserves. [Pre-Chorus] No clean little duel, no honorable pose, just a dirty damn trick and a knife to the nose. If the rules get boring, then fuck the rules— we came here to make the arena look cruel. [Chorus] Welcome to the roster, you magnificent freak! Bring every sharp edge and every damn technique! Acrobatics, fire, gadgets, cheap shots galore— another motherfucker who understands the score! I want sparks! I want screams! I want blood on the floor! I want one more entrance nobody can ignore! Blade Dancer, step up—let the whole world roar! Draven finally found somebody worth applauding for! [Spoken Interlude] Blade Dancer! You hear that? That is not applause. That is the sound of terrified peasants realizing there are now two of us. [Verse 2] He plants a charge, then pirouettes, turns three steel arcs into flying regrets. A flash-bang kiss, a flaming sweep, a boot in the ribs while the victim sleeps. He fights like a street brawl dressed for the crown, throws a blade up and brings the ceiling down. No pretty little champion's code in his veins— just smoke, sparks, and a spectacular pain. [Pre-Chorus] He knows a clean win is a boring damn win, so he starts with a grin and he finishes with sin. Every cheap maneuver, every theatrical scar— that's how you remind them exactly who you are. [Chorus] Welcome to the roster, you magnificent freak! Bring every sharp edge and every damn technique! Acrobatics, fire, gadgets, cheap shots galore— another motherfucker who understands the score! I want sparks! I want screams! I want blood on the floor! I want one more entrance nobody can ignore! Blade Dancer, step up—let the whole world roar! Draven finally found somebody worth applauding for! [Spoken Breakdown] Now watch closely. This is the important part. You do not stab the enemy once. You stab the enemy beautifully. You do not throw an explosive. You give the explosive a fucking entrance. And if someone complains about dirty fighting— smile, bow, and hit them again. [Bridge] Steel in the air, fire in the rain, he turns bad decisions into champagne. Jinx will laugh, Vi will swear, and every smug asshole will learn despair. I have spent too long surrounded by dullards, by stiff little heroes and bargain-bin cowards. But you? You magnificent, murderous art— you came to the League and you came to make it yours. [Final Chorus] Welcome to the roster, you magnificent freak! Break every silence with the spectacle we seek! Acrobatics, fire, gadgets, cheap shots galore— another motherfucker who understands the score! I want sparks! I want screams! I want blood on the floor! I want the damn heavens rattling at the roar! Blade Dancer, take your bow—then give them one more! Draven found his equal, and the arena wants war! [Outro] [Spoken] That was beautiful. Disgusting. Reckless. Completely unnecessary. In other words—perfect. Now get out there, brother of chaos, and show these bastards what a real entrance looks like. [Instrumental]
