From dark meditations I return
A burning divination has lit the pyres of wisdom and I now understand what must be done
The voice of the mouthless one has spoken and his vision is clear
Not far beyond the horizon lies a desert oasis
A safe haven in this unforgiving land
And within that oasis, a temple
This verdant refuge is home to an indigenous cult sworn to a goddess of beauty
They are an idle and complacent herd with no shepherd to keep the wolves at bay
Would not the soul of a deity be an ample sacrifice?
We shall perform the ritual of the totem pole and from its monolithic might shall spill the eidolons of the slain put to our purpose
Let us quench our thirst as our cup runneth over with the blood of opportunity...