An ode of praise by the Kremnoans to glorify Nikador. Its tunes often echo in Strife's temple and battlefields.
To Strife: Praise Nikador
Before a campaign, Kremnoan citizens will organize a blood ritual, igniting Nikador's might with slaughter, singing hymns over the wails of the sacrificial tribute.
The Undefeated, Overlord of Battlefields, King of Castrum Kremnos and the Ruins, Grand Artisan of Chariots, the Throne of Corpses, Father of Victory, The Glorious Usurper, lightning that shatters earth and seas, Guardian of Amphoreus, Strife Titan, Lance of Fury, Nikador.
Commander to whom the world should bow, the eternally edged weapon, the law of Strife and that which severs strife. Praise Nikador, the greatest conqueror, the greatest protector. You are the usurper of all defeated, solely bearing all wounds of the world on your back.
You were once the lightning spear of the firmament, the worldsplitting spine. Hewing of the River of Souls, survivors unto dead waters. Unceasing flames of war, pyre of high graves. The sky-piercing lance, the ruination of night and light.
The vanquished behold woe, glory to all honorable dead, the fallen feeds my might. Fury falls, and all bows to Strife — Sentinels who stand fast between the skies and earth, repel the enemy hordes and safeguard the peace of the myriad cities! Calamity eternal casting devastation on myriad cities, turning foes to ash!