Mt. Tartarus's Orcale

Whenever you sacrifice a permanent you
may draw a card.
The withering warlords' time has passed, bow before Armageddon's grasp; greedy dwarfs dig and dig, they
soon will be roasted like the spitted pig; poor fair folk
watch the kindling light, no harmony can stop the burn tonight; the free folk wait for snow, but ash is now all
they will ever know; many pray for sanctuary's aid,
but far too late the debt must be paid.