Whirlwind

In the holy desert
An ancient wind begins to blow
Calling out for desolation
Touching rage in every soul
Seven cities, seven nations
Casting off their defeat
The ascendant power
Drives the Malazan retreat

The prophesied goddess returns
Filling the skies with sand
Coastal ports buried for eons
Revealed beneath the land
Blood flows in the city streets
A holy wrath incurred
The book of the Apocalypse
Reveals its final word

The Whirlwind awakes
The goddess of of vengeance will rise
Bloodshed awaits
Seven Cities are drowned in its tide
Sorrow and horror will follow
The rebellion's path
An Empire falters
In the face of the Whirlwind's wrath

The Wickans ride
And the Flails pursue
The Chain of Dogs will
Be made to pay its dues
A sister slain will be
The final price of hate
The storm subsides
With the opening Deadhouse Gates

The Whirlwind awakes
The goddess of of vengeance will rise
Bloodshed awaits
Seven Cities are drowned in its tide
Sorrow and horror will follow
The rebellion's path
An Empire falters
In the wake of the Whirlwind's wrath



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Nelson
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