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 Whether skinning the human on the sacrificial altar Or another House to obtain the bounty of Spider Drow remembers the wisdom of millenia in blood of ancestors "Who is who wins"... City is shrowded with invisible aura of black consumes the unsound Underdark And the male drow is but a servant So not to think - "Matrons know best" Darkness is the way of the Hate and to all who does not belong to us So death to the elves, pain to the humans 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 hide the backs of the priestess ready 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 of me and thou wilt not be amazed When thy temples are and burnt... I sneak the caves, to Arach-Tinilith I'm gradually getting closer and And finally I'm here by the walls, unseen Vel'Xundussa failed 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 tuth abbil lueth ogglin..." old sayings serve me now and turn against you... Hearken, ye Loethe! I I shall perish In against thy web that binds the minds of the drow "To walk from the and Queen Is to walk into the grave" - My grave is the flame Nothing can me and I obey 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...