[Cobalt Wolf]

In Drow then English.


Pholor l' inthuul, dubo, har'dro eairthin;
wussrun'wa tajon lil'alure bauth.

Usstan ulnar harl ussta inthuul, ticondo quortek;
vil'klviss cal a ukt elghliik.

Ussta numl, elghinyrr mua;
vel'klar orn dos alu?

Dos xunus naut inbau ulu dro verve;
nin vel'bol aterrucen orn dos dro wund?

Dos alus qua'laen ussta valsharess;
vel'bol mii'n xunus talinth nindel orn'la sila?

'zil Usstan joros nindolen klezn ulu ussta elghinyrr mua;
ussta kor, h'uena 'sohna, z'hrenen.

Ussta z'ress zhah h'uena 'sohna;
draeval ulu elgg fol mzild rivvil.

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Upon the cold, hard, earth ground;
dream visions dance around.

I lie down my cold, tired soul;
worms eat at his skull.

My sad, dead foe;
where will you go?

You did not get to live long;
now what creatures will you live among?

You went against my queen;
what means did think that would bring?

As I ask these things to my dead foe;
my anger, once again, flows.

My strength is once again;
time to kill some more human.