Что мне кровь твоя, что твой хлеб...

Comte de Dunois:

"Lord Almighty, O grant me strength -
I have begged Thee at such a length!
Why is it that Thy believers
Universally lack the strength?

She is gone - what is left behind!?
Keep Thy flesh, Lord, and keep Thy wine!
Why art Thou, for all Thy wisdom,
So petty and so blind!?"

Будь она хоть трижды ведьма...

Gilles de Rais:

"Lying God of the foolish race,
Full of venom your vengeful face!
She be witch thirteen times over -
Side-by-side we would fall from grace!

But the way you chose to resolve,
Her you slay and myself - absolve.
From this day, I shall oppose you,
With all forces I could control!"