Verse 1: Oh rise, brave Exiles, the Syndicate strong, We battle

Verse 1: Oh rise, brave Exiles, the Syndicate strong, We battle through chaos, our will marches long. In the vaults of gold, ‘neath Gallywix's stare, We wipe with great glory — and minimal care. Verse 2: Doorman the monkey, oh nimble yet blind, Falls in each hole that he somehow can’t find. “Where is the floor?” cries Nàrko once more, Face down in lava—his view’s getting sore. Verse 3: Blaulen our tank, brave as can be, Pressed one wrong button — now we’re debris. He charged with a roar, blew up with a scream, And sent half the raid to the spirit realm dream. Verse 4: Yukino snacks while Gally swings gold, “Wait, I’m chewing,” she calmly told. Demons may hunt, but she hunts with flair, With chips in her hand and crumbs in her hair. Verse 5: Sneaky the rogue, so silent and sly, Types “1” in the chat — but nobody knows why. He's vanished from view, no DPS done, But swears he was stabbing and having his fun. Verse 6: Kaeus the mage with a gleam in his eye, Said “All on red!” as he reached for the sky. He blinked into fire, rolled dice with a cheer, And bet all our loot for a conjured root beer. Final Chorus: So onward we f***t, through mythic and flame, No boss too greedy, no wipe too lame. For gold or for glory, for jokes or disgrace, Exiled Syndicate — we’ll wipe with grace!