Мой лорд-король, вы унижаетесь предать свой народ — я подниму армию, и каждый рождённый будет сражаться за свободу.
My lord king,
You stoop to betray your own people,
And even in the eyes of god,
Do you not relent?
I am therefore bound by no other course
I shall raise an army;
Together we will march against you and your kind,
And every born man will fight to regain his own freedom,
And cleanse his wretched soul.