| Ilythiiri Linath
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.
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"Usstan ortelanth dos, zhah nindel jal nindel dos ehmtu?"
"Dos z'klaen naut ritze dosst dro ves mzilt ulu luth
ol pholor l' tela d' ussta velve iz' dos xun." | 
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