Dwelling in the depths, as unnoticed As the shadow can't in the gloom of the Underdark's night Ilythiiri, as we Drow Rejoice life and deeds in the name of Queen Lloth Whether the human on the sacrificial altar Or fighting another to the bounty of Spider Queen Drow remembers the wisdom of millenia in blood of ancestors "Who is who wins"... City is shrowded invisible aura Atmosphere of black consumes the unsound And the male drow is nothing but a servant So not to think - "Matrons know best" is the way of the drow Hate and scorn to all who not belong to us So death to the elves, pain to the humans to the dwarves... supreme! "Jal khaless 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 thyself Behind the of the priestess ready to die by thy I, Azamath Tormtor, shall not follow thy path I am - 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 wilt not be amazed When thy are desecrated and burnt... Invisible I the caves, to Arach-Tinilith I'm gradually getting and closer And finally I'm here by the walls, unseen failed once again, the spies are perfect But I am led by and rage The of rebellion lives inside of me "Lil waela lueth waela ragar brorna wund nind, kyorlin elghinn..." "Oloth zhah abbil lueth ogglin..." Good old sayings me now and against you... Hearken, ye Loethe! I know I shall perish In battle thy web that binds the of the drow "To walk apart from the House and Queen Is to walk the grave" - My is the flame 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 what will follow... If will...