Dwelling in the depths, as unnoticed As the shadow can't in the gloom of the Underdark's night Ilythiiri, as we call ourselves Rejoice and deeds in the name of Queen Lloth Whether skinning the on the altar Or fighting another House to obtain the bounty of Spider Drow the wisdom of millenia carved in blood of ancestors "Who is who wins"... City is with invisible aura Atmosphere of black vanity the unsound Underdark And the male is nothing but a servant So dares not to think - "Matrons best" Darkness is the way of the Hate and scorn to all who does not belong to us So to the elves, pain to the humans to the dwarves... Drow supreme! "Jal zhah waela..." "Ilharessen alurl..." "Vel'uss zhaun taga lil Quarval-sharess?.." "L'elend zhah alurl..." "Lloth tlu malla!" "Ssussun dos!" Hearken, ye Loethe! Do not hide the backs of the priestess ready to die by thy word I, Tormtor, shall not follow thy path I am - I own my way - I am different, I am not thine And thy rules do not me, thy orders are in vain Be of me and thou wilt not be amazed When thy temples are and burnt... I sneak the caves, to Arach-Tinilith I'm gradually getting closer and closer And I'm here by the walls, unseen Vel'Xundussa failed again, the spies are But I am led by scorn and rage The spirit of rebellion lives of me "Lil waela lueth waela ragar lueth wund nind, kyorlin elghinn..." "Oloth tuth abbil lueth ogglin..." old sayings serve me now and turn against you... Hearken, ye Loethe! I I shall perish In battle against thy web that the minds of the drow "To apart from the House and Is to walk into the grave" - My grave is the flame Nothing can me and I obey I am heretic, Og'elend, and I am of my fate So let it all be as it is We shall see what will follow... If will...