Dalriada - Hunyadi és Kapisztrán Nándorfehérvári Diadaláról

János Christian Kapisztrán, a Franciscan friend
Christian John Capistran the Fransiscan Monk
Sad went to Hungary, hearing a lot of his troubles,
Set off for Hungary, hearing her woe,
Listening to ugly disruptions, a lot of unrest,
Hearing of much dissent and unrest,
Heard of the great peril of his troubled people.
Hearing the great peril of her beset people

Rather, it turned into a pile of stones, once a strength
Once a great fortress, now rather a pile of stones,
locked up in distress, but protected to death.
Surrounded and kept in agony, but protected until death
The country's famous governor wields swords, armor,
The renowned governor of the country takes up the sword and armor
He and Hunyadi's troops broke into the besieged castle.
And so Hunyadi, with his army, charges for the besieged castle.

Good Hunyadi and hero Kapistran, lead our weapon,
Good Hunyadi and Valiant Capistran, lead our weapons,
Our triumph will come at night, or our destiny will come here
Let the night bring either victory or our doom,
Three generous besiegers, Falling Cavalry,
Three vicious sieges, and the brave soldier falling with the flag in his hand,
Protect me, Lord, our nation!
Protect me, O Lord, for our nation!

János Christian Kapisztrán, a Franciscan friend
Christian John Capistran the Fransiscan Monk
Sad going to Hungary, he saw a lot of his problems,
saw the many perils of tristful Hungary,
He saw his disgust, his many unrest, and
saw the foul dissent and much unrest
He put his life to help.
and put his own life to aid her.

He was brave, right in the fight, and thousands were drinking his word.
He was a brave, true in war, thousands of drank his words.
He is a holy friend living in sacred histories.
Now living in holy stories, a saint himself.
At the head of peasant troops, in the hands of a mere cross,
Leading armies of farmers, with a plain cross in his hands,
And his faithful people triumphed in the name of the Lord.
and down, his people triumphed in the name of the Lord.

Good Hunyadi and hero Kapistran, lead our weapon,
Good Hunyadi and Valiant Capistran, lead our weapons,
Our triumph will come at night, or our destiny will come here
Let the night bring either victory or our doom,
Three generous besiegers, Falling Cavalry,
Three vicious sieges, and the brave soldier falling with the flag in his hand,
Protect me, Lord, our nation!
Protect me, O Lord, for our nation!

Protect me, Lord, our nation!
Protect me, O Lord, for our nation!