"Long before men walked the earth, every ten thousand years, when the stars align themselves in the grieving hour of the Ancestral Gods, in the delirious twilight that prophets the winter solstice, the moon in its crimson holocaust assumes the vocation of a Executioner, to once again open the gates of creation, where the corpse of a dead god lurks beyond the sidereal voids, where time and space do not exist:
The mother of all abominations - Dark Tower of Dromos - awakens luminous, thorny, golden, bloodthirsty, like an angel that heralds the end of an era."
~ Chronicles of Demiurge ~