The seasons change

Time passes by on Atys

And our story must be carried on

Those conflicts in old lands

Are long since gone.

I am not sure who exactly won

And who will judge just what was going on

For nowadays it doesn't really matter.

Both kami and the karavan amassed

Resource aplenty in the time that passed

Now evidently we must have some rest

I must confess we do enjoy the latter

Almati wood is quiet - only kinchers

Do quietly berate the lack of food

They don't believe those homins left for good

Just days ago we came down like a flood

Like tidal waves we rolled out spreading blood

From kami camp to karavan enclave

And back again. We have been strong and brave

And we have truly taught those red-dot knaves

How to respawn and how to earn DP.

A bunker of concrete is what we get

And though it's topped with four rotating heads

And has some ornaments which also ain't too bad,

I'd hardly call this monolith a temple;

The entrance's sealed, the access is denied

I pray you, fellas, don't go asking why.

Stop whining at the forums day and night.

Look, over there stands the temple guide.

He's got some presents that should suit you right.

Make haste my dear homin girls and boys.

No time to waste ;

GO GET YOUR PROMISED TOYS.

Komissar - the offcial bard of the Order of the Nameless guild.