Shepherds of the Wastes

[Verse 1] From the seared lands of Raraku's haunting face, Rides the Seventh, cursed by the whirlwind’s embrace. Each step war, through blood and bone, A march of suffering, never alone. [Chorus] Chains rattle beneath the whirlwind's wrath, Cold iron will, on blood-soaked path. The Chain of Dogs, through fire and smoke, Fist Coltaine’s resolve, not once they broke. [verse 2] Wickans and their steeds, bathed in desert's blaze, Shepherding the weak through the smoldering haze. Across the charred earth, under sun so bleak, With every mile, hope whispers, spirits speak.