The strike I made
was a perfect one.
But he stopped my blade
and the moment was gone.

Is this for the right?
I think in my mind.
Can he still see the light?
or is he lost in the night?

Next strike is a fake,
next will aim my knee.
No counter to be made.
No trick he won't see.

He moves like me,
but as a shadow of death.
I am not like he.
He is nothing but a thread.

I hate those eyes,
they see nothing at all.
He knows how to fight,
but this time he will fall.

I hate those eyes,
they see nothing at all.
He knows how to fight,
but this time he will fall.

It all ends here.
Can you feel it, drow?
The end is near
and then I will know.