At last, the sacred letters return,
A tiny banner for which we yearn.
Through smoke and flashes, rounds and frags,
Counter-Strike has given back our tags.

No longer nameless, lost in the queue,
Now four little characters tell them who’s who.
A badge of glory, a mark of the clan,
A digital flag beneath my name.

Oh, clantag, how we missed your glow,
Through every eco, every clutch, every throw.
We waited through patches, we suffered the pain,
But now you’re back in the game again.

So load up the server, let the headshots ring,
Let every teammate know what clan we bring.
The joy is immense, the celebration is real—
Counter-Strike 2 has clantags.
And brother, we are so back