I must decide if you deserve to die.
You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.
I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness.
There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.
You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn.
Deception is a tactic: use it. Do whatever it takes to win.