Dwelling in the depths, as unnoticed As the shadow lurk in the gloom of the Underdark's Ilythiiri, as we Drow call ourselves Rejoice life and deeds in the of Queen Whether skinning the human on the sacrificial altar Or another House to obtain the bounty of Queen Drow remembers the wisdom of carved in blood of ancestors "Who is who wins"... is shrowded with invisible aura Atmosphere of black vanity consumes the Underdark And the male drow is 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, to the humans Disgrace to the dwarves... Drow supreme! "Jal zhah waela..." "Ilharessen alurl..." "Vel'uss zhaun alur lil Quarval-sharess?.." "L'elend zhah alurl..." "Lloth tlu malla!" "Ssussun dos!" Hearken, ye Loethe! Do not hide Behind the of the priestess ready to die by thy word I, Tormtor, shall not thy path I am free - I own my way Realize - I am different, I am not And thy rules do not affect me, thy orders are in Be aware of me and thou wilt not be amazed thy are desecrated and burnt... I sneak the caves, to Arach-Tinilith I'm gradually getting and closer And finally I'm here standing by the walls, Vel'Xundussa failed once again, the are perfect But I am led by scorn and The spirit of rebellion lives of me "Lil waela lueth waela brorna lueth wund nind, elghinn..." "Oloth zhah tuth abbil lueth ogglin..." old sayings serve me now and turn you... Hearken, ye Loethe! I know I shall perish In against thy web that binds the of the drow "To walk apart from the and Queen Is to walk into the grave" - My grave is the flame Nothing can me and noone I I am heretic, Og'elend, and I am of my fate So let it all be as it is We see what will follow... If something will...