Drow scouts in the dark
invisible to their mark
Heat vision fails to work
chilling spells in darkness lurks
Now ride forth, through mushroom groves.
This night's Lloth's and shall not be known
Descend the courtyard sword and spell in hand,
The Fall of House DeVir, leaves not a trace upon the land
Ascend the castle, leave not a drow alive,
implement destruction, for House Do'Urden's rise.
Zaknafein draw your swords
cutting through defensive hordes
Disrupt the ritual,
bring back the high priestess' skull.
Show them doom, burn their homes.
scorched rubble fumes, now die alone.
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