Blazing pillars of flames recede before the roar of a warrior; and the river of lava cleaving the earth cannot halt the warrior's stride.
Ah, [%username]! Welcome.
The shout of your footsteps is an echo of hope.
The echo of your wingbeats, a shout of triumph.
You who come so bravely to the pit of flowing rock,
For flaming courage, cleaving foes in Asmodian triumph,
I shower you with praise.
Oh, please don't look at me like that. My ode is sincere, straight from my heart.