"And our family, that Slovak squad,
is now fully surroundead by murderers.
A hundred swords glitter above each head,
but Slovak does not count murderers on a battlefield,
but he slaughter them. - Hoy, kill him! child of my family,
whoever reaches for your freedom with a stealthy hand:
and even if you will give your soul away in that fierce fighting:
Just kill, and choose rather to not be, than to be a slave."-Samo Chalupka