About this song
Xyris, the Writhing Storm is not a sea-serpent. It is a leviathan that swims the sky over Ikoria — a storm that doesn't rain water, but rains serpents. This is the song of the flying city of Skysail and the shadow it can never outrun.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] You built a city in the sky to run, hollow bone and balloon, you outpaced the sun. Light as a feather, you drifted from the deep, where the long things hunt and the leviathans sleep. But the cloud has a shadow that never lets go — it follows your sail wherever you go. [Pre-Chorus] Look to the west where the weather turns wrong, that isn't thunder, that's been hunting you long. [Chorus] It doesn't rain water — it rains down on you, a thousand cold mouths and a sky split in two. The writhing storm coils where the high winds form, you cannot outrun what falls from the storm. Coil and descend, coil and descend — the shadow has found you again. [Verse 2] Scatter your ships, break the fleet, fly apart — every plan that you make only quickens its heart. For each frightened hand reaching back for a blade, another long body uncoils from the shade. The more that you ready, the more that you scheme, the wider it opens, the louder you scream. [Pre-Chorus] No fortress of balloons, no map and no run — it swims through the heavens, it swallows the sun. [Chorus] It doesn't rain water — it rains down on you, a thousand cold mouths and a sky split in two. The writhing storm coils where the high winds form, you cannot outrun what falls from the storm. Coil and descend, coil and descend — the shadow has found you again. [Bridge] And when it strikes, the world goes white, a scattering, blinding, terrible light — it takes from you, and it gives you a sight: the whole churning sky in a moment of flight. Then the quiet. Then nothing at all. Then the long shadow over the wall. [Final Chorus] It doesn't rain water — it rains down on you, a thousand cold mouths and a sky split in two. The writhing storm coils where the high winds form, you cannot outrun what falls from the storm. Coil and descend, coil and descend — no sanctuary holds in the end. Coil and descend, coil and descend — the shadow has found you again. [Outro] Light as a feather, you drifted away — and the storm turned back to the clouds, and the grey.
