Cursed light, how do you endure it, #?
We haven't been on the surface for a long time, #. So I can't vouch for myself.
Its chains are growing weaker... We feel its power, #! And you do too...
Soon, we will meet our Master again... You'll see, #!
Our Lord is with us!
And who are you after that?
The air here is disgusting.
Death to the realm of men! Death to the filthy elves!
We will pass through the lands of the free peoples like a plague, leaving nothing alive!
What orders do we have from our Lord, #?
This rag stinks!
The world of men will be shattered and destroyed!
The Great and Indivisible awaits, #!