Lord of the Red Lands, He Who Harbors Outsiders, Separated God! As rocks reflect heat after the sun is swallowed, Your gaze pierces me. I present myself! Your presence engulfs me and I bask in Your warmth.
Eye of the Tempest, Storm that Drives the People Home, God of Confusion! As the waters grow then recede when time has come, Your purpose fills me. I will not falter; I will be your hands and eyes. I am Your strong tool!
Master of Ordeals, Great One of Tribulation, Keeper of my Heart! As wind moves sands across the Western Desert, Your Work never ceases. Foundations may fade as I stand at the crossroads…but I journey on.