From the midst of cold ash, comes the voice of the living god. Tranquility ! Felicity !
Through the cold passes of Kumzum, the rugged Gramphoo-Batal road, the plains of Losar to the winding, steep roads of Kaza to the grim, mystical, magical mountains on the Komik-Langza sojourn all to stand before the King of the North !
Watcher of the pass ! Commander of the storms ! Bringer of hope ! Lord of the realms !