Skull Mountain

We gazed at the the monstrous cavern in the distance, its mouth hungry for our flesh, its eyes staring back at us, inviting us to become its sacrifice. A god of death, emerging from the depths of the Earth, calling out to us like a siren at sea. Wave after wave, we answered its call. We fed this beast with our flesh. We pulled our oars of steel in a sea of our own blood, under a shattered, merciless sky.
But in the end, what are men but fools? We are not born to bend our knee and lay down our swords at the foot of a mountain, before we have seen its peak.
No.
We are born to conquer.