Dwelling in the depths, as unnoticed As the shadow can't in the gloom of the Underdark's Ilythiiri, as we Drow call ourselves Rejoice life and in the name of Queen Whether skinning the human on the sacrificial Or fighting another House to obtain the bounty of Queen Drow the wisdom of millenia carved in blood of ancestors "Who is who wins"... is shrowded with invisible aura Atmosphere of black vanity consumes the And the male drow is nothing but a servant So dares not to - "Matrons know best" Darkness is the way of the drow and scorn to all who does not belong to us So to the elves, to the humans Disgrace to the dwarves... Drow supreme! "Jal khaless waela..." "Ilharessen alurl..." "Vel'uss zhaun taga lil Quarval-sharess?.." "L'elend zhah alurl..." "Lloth tlu malla!" "Ssussun dos!" Hearken, ye Loethe! Do not thyself Behind the of the priestess ready to die by thy word I, Azamath Tormtor, 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 are in vain Be aware of me and thou wilt not be When thy temples are and burnt... Invisible I sneak the caves, to I'm gradually closer and closer And finally I'm standing by the walls, unseen Vel'Xundussa failed once again, the are But I am led by scorn and rage The spirit of rebellion lives inside of me "Lil waela ragar brorna lueth wund nind, kyorlin elghinn..." "Oloth zhah abbil lueth ogglin..." old sayings serve me now and turn against you... Hearken, ye Loethe! I I shall perish In battle against thy web binds the minds of the drow "To walk from the House and Is to walk into the grave" - My is the flame Nothing can possess 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...