Menzoberranzan

Have you seen the old drow at the closed-down arena
Kicking at the slaves with his iron-tipped boots
In his eyes, you see no pride, swords hang loosely by his side
Yesterday's powers are yesterday's news

So how can you tell me that you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through Menzoberranzan
I'l1 show you something that 'll make you change your mind

Have you seen the Matron who walks Menzoberranzan
Dirt in her hair, and her armor in rags
She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking
Carrying her House in two carrier bags

Deep into the dungeons, at quarter past eleven
Same old drow sitting there on his own
Looking at the slaves with his infravision
Each slave lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone.

Have you seen the old drow on his upperworld mission
Memory fading with the darksteel armor that he wears
In the high elf city the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten dark elf in a world that doesn't care.