What do you want, peasant?  
You will do as I command, slave!  
Ugh, what a foul creature!  
Do you want something?  
Hey, who let this slave off the leash?  
Earn my attention before speaking to me!  
Who do you serve?  
You smell terrible; get away from me!  
I advise you not to provoke me...  
If you do not serve the destructive forces, then I have nothing to discuss with you!  
Serve Him or die; choose!  
I do not trust you, mistake of nature!  
I chose darkness and gained power, unlike you, peasant...  
The dark pleasure, it calls to me...  
Oh Great One, save us!  
Who are you?  
You do not look like His servant...  
Run, fool, while you still can!  
There is no point in resisting Him and His darkness.  
Tell the other Quendi that I... that I want their deaths!  
The other Quendi have renounced power... they are weak and pathetic...  
There is no point in resisting your desires!  
No more deception and lies! Only the Dark God!