Dwelling in the depths, lurking as As the shadow can't in the gloom of the night Ilythiiri, as we Drow call ourselves Rejoice life and in the name of Queen Lloth Whether the human on the sacrificial altar Or fighting House to obtain the bounty of Queen Drow remembers the wisdom of millenia in of ancestors "Who survives is who wins"... City is shrowded invisible aura Atmosphere of black vanity the unsound Underdark And the male drow is but a servant So dares not to - "Matrons know best" Darkness is the way of the Hate and scorn to all who not belong to us So death 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 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 me, thy orders are in vain Be aware of me and thou not be amazed When thy temples are and burnt... Invisible I the caves, to Arach-Tinilith I'm getting closer and closer And finally I'm here standing by the walls, Vel'Xundussa failed again, the spies are perfect But I am led by scorn and The spirit of rebellion inside of me "Lil waela lueth waela ragar lueth wund nind, kyorlin elghinn..." "Oloth zhah tuth abbil ogglin..." old sayings serve me now and turn against you... Hearken, ye Loethe! I I perish In battle 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 Nothing can possess me and noone I I am heretic, Og'elend, and I am proud of my So let it all be as it is We shall see what will follow... If will...