Tarshkila, Were your existence dazzling, Your glittering powers Your indomitable armies, Your unequalled power. Have no fear, Putride Tarshkila. I will crush all vain opposition, Until I see you weary, Your head on a spike on the highest peak of your lands that will be mine. Oath of a peasant, against the Established Order. [The English version's of Tarshkila !]