[In Gaelic]
Why? Why have you done this? Why?
To set us free. All of us, Father.
[In Gaelic]
You have broken an ancient truce between our people and mankind.
A truce based on shame! The humans have forgotten the gods, destroyed the Earth. And for what?! Parking lots, shopping malls! Greed has burned a hole in their hearts that will never be filled; they will NEVER have enough!
[In Gaelic]
What humans do is in their nature; to honour the truce is in ours.
Honour? Look at this place. Where is the honour in it? Father, you were once a proud warrior. When did you become their pet? [turns to the crowd] I have returned from exile to wage war and reclaim our land, our birthright. And for that, I will call upon the help of all of my people. And they will answer – the good, the bad– [holds up the crown piece] and the worst. [Balor is horrified, as his hand goes to the crown piece in his armor]
[In Gaelic]
The Golden Army! You cannot be that mad!
Perhaps I am. Perhaps they made me so.
[In Gaelic]
Awaken the army– but our green fields cannot grow out of all that blood. Let the army sleep. If our days have ended, let us all fade.
We will not fade.
[In Gaelic]
For the last time, my son, I ask you: is this the path you wish to take?
It is. I'm sorry, Father.
[In Gaelic]
Then you leave me no choice. [Sighs, looks away] Death! [Balor's guards raise their weapons]
And you, sister, are you at peace with your king's verdict?
I am, my brother. I am.
Then very well. Death it is.
