Out from the Origin the Highstorm comes and
With it come the Dreams
The Desolations have returned
Heralds no where to be seen
The Blackthorn sees the visions clear
Dawnchant tumbles from his lips
Did the one called Honor truly die
Or is it into madness that he slips

Five years ago the Truthless one
Killed the Alethi king on a night of peace
The war began with spoken oath
Till vengeance comes we will not cease

Stormblessed sits inside a cage
A slave now though he used to fight
Riding to the Shattered Plains
While Wind Spren dance all through the night
Bridgemen running to their deaths
Small sacrifice to win the war
Stormblessed vows to find a way
To save the men who run Bridge 4


We Speak to the Rhythms
Our songs will tell you who we are
We Speak to the Rhythms
A history that runs so deep
We Speak to the Rhythms
A form for peace a form for war
We speak to the Rhythms
A song to laugh a song to weep
We Speak to the Rhythms
We hid from gods long ago
We Speak to the Rhythms
From power that must not return
We Speak to the Rhythms
Gavilar had to die
We Speak to the Rhythms
His plan was for Roshar to burn

In the City of Bells Brightness Davar
Seeks wardship with the heretic
The plan to save her house and home
Becomes the jam that makes her sick
Drowning in a sea of spheres
Saved by hands that know betrayal
Pattern spins upon the floor
Brightness will soon don the Veil

Truthless roams across the land
Spreading fear and sowing death
Oathstone bound he soon will serve
The one who harvests dying breaths

Judged by the Highstorm, Kaladin lays
Stormlight drained from every sphere
Down in the chasms Bridge 4 trains
Seeking freedom through the spear
The visions still come with the Storms
The countdowns written on the wall
Sadeas plots the Blackthorn’s death
The Tower's where he'll see him fall

We Speak to the Rhythms
Our song will tell you who we are
We Speak to the Rhythms
A history that runs so deep
We Speak to the Rhythms
A form for peace a form for war
We speak to the Rhythms
A song to laugh a song to weep
We Speak to the Rhythms
We hear the rhythms of Roshar
We Speak to the Rhythms
As we fight out on the Plains
We Speak to the Rhythms
Sweeping Shards, burning eyes
We Speak to the Rhythms
Our songs will be all that remain

Stormblessed goes from slave to Knight
Although his torments linger still
On his shoulders Syl alights
The Bond was formed through spoken will
Bridge 4 freed by the Blackthorn's Shard
Oathbringer now in Sadeas' hands
Questioned why the Dalinar says
A priceless sword for priceless men

Truthless hears the cries of men
His actions haunt him day and night
To the Oathstone his will is bound
Denied a choice he still must fight

From a shipwreck to the Shattered Plains
Brightness learns to weave the Light
In the Warcamps she must find a way
To become the little knife
Veil hunts with broken men
The Ghostbloods put her on the trail
A shrouded past slowly revealed
A fathers face growing pale

We Speak to the Rhythms
We wear the ancient Forms again
We speak to the Rhythms
Though one of us desires more
We speak to the Rhythms
Secrets spoken by a spren
We speak to the Rhythms
The storm we bring will end the war
We speak to the Rhythms
A Form of power we must find
We speak to the Rhythms
To call upon the Everstorm
We speak to the Rhythms
Clouded heart and clouded mind
We speak to the Rhythms
Soon the Fused will be reborn

Assassins fill the Warcamps now
The Diagram says it's time to strike
The Sons of Honor plotting still
Slowly pushing down the spike
The Blackthorn seeks to win the war
In 3 days time countdown ends
Moash stalking Elhokar
A broken oath seeks to mend

Truthless flies to the Shattered Plains
The killer of kings seeks one more death
No longer Truthless, Szeth now sees
His madness grows with every breath

Highprinces march the Shattered Plains
The Vengeance Pact will be fulfilled
The Weeping starts, the constant rain
Will wash away the blood that's spilled
The Blackthorn fights a losing war
The Everstorm and the Highstorm clash
Urithiru standing tall
Knights Radiant have returned at last

We Speak to the Rhythms
We wear the ancient Forms again
We speak to the Rhythms
Though one of us desires more
We speak to the Rhythms
Secrets spoken by a spren
We speak to the Rhythms
The storm we bring will end the war
We speak to the Rhythms
Listeners we named ourselves
We speak to the Rhythms
But Listeners we are no more
We speak to the Rhythms
Bodies bearing ancient souls
We speak to the Rhythms
For Odium we will endure