Chapter 1

How, O how, can I fight and kill

Those whose pleasure is my heart’s will?

A kingdom is worth no more than mere mud

If it is got at the cost of their blood.

Killing them will make this world into hell

And send me, a vile killer, to eternal hell

Better I live penniless or die defenseless

Than fight for a greed that makes me heartless.

Fighting this war is a thing never to do

Fighting this war is the only thing to do

So shout two parts of me with much ado

I don’t know, I just don’t know, what to do.