Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shit.
For twenty years have I served you
And once Targoviste has been made into a graveyard for my love,
A small one.
when I find my goat laying on its side in the field,
The capital? All run by the great houses.
[villagers shouting]
[applause]
and the one thing that justified humanity's stench upon this planet.
[rising cries]
What have you to trade
One year.
[energy surges]
of a witch in our midst.
The Archbishop would prefer that life in Wallachia
[villagers scream and shout]
I fear he's not long for this world, to be honest.
They won't be peasants anymore if you teach them.
I do this last kindness in her name,
for we are the righteous of Targoviste,
It's not right what happened.