Dwelling in the depths, as unnoticed As the shadow can't in the gloom of the night Ilythiiri, as we Drow call ourselves Rejoice life and in the name of Lloth Whether skinning the human on the sacrificial altar Or fighting another to the bounty of Spider Queen Drow remembers the wisdom of millenia in blood of "Who survives is who wins"... City is shrowded 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 Disgrace to the dwarves... supreme! "Jal khaless 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 thyself Behind the backs of the priestess to die by thy I, Azamath Tormtor, shall not follow thy I am free - I own my way - I am different, I am not thine And thy rules do not affect me, thy are in vain Be aware of me and thou not be amazed When thy are desecrated and burnt... I sneak the caves, to Arach-Tinilith I'm gradually getting closer and And finally I'm standing by the walls, unseen failed once again, the spies are perfect But I am led by scorn and The spirit of rebellion lives of me "Lil waela waela ragar brorna lueth wund nind, kyorlin elghinn..." "Oloth zhah tuth lueth ogglin..." Good old serve me now and turn against you... Hearken, ye Loethe! I I shall In battle against thy web that binds the minds of the drow "To apart from the House and Queen Is to walk the grave" - My grave is the Nothing can possess me and noone I I am heretic, Og'elend, and I am of my fate So let it all be as it is We shall see will follow... If something will...