Eighteen years, it still remember the magnificence; Eighteen years, its voice still spreading around. Ten years later, we have not forgotten the hero fights for freedom, that epic scream of freedom
The fight, you may die; Escape, can at least ignoble peace, year after year, until come to an end. You! Willing to beds many days to change a chance, just a chance! That is to go back to war, tell the enemy, perhaps they can take our lives, but they never rob our freedom
Your heart is free, and used up the courage to follow it
First learn to brain and learn to use the sword after
Tell you, my child/in your life, there are many things worth fighting for; But, freedom is undoubtedly the most important, never with shackles, slaves life
Every man dies, not every man really lives ever
There is very beautiful, but you are more beautiful
Why did you help me?
Because of the way you are looking at me now
Peace is made in such ways
William Wallace: FREEDOM!!
William Wallace: Every man dies, not every man really lives.
William Wallace: Fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom?!
William Wallace:Not nearly as beautiful as you
William Wallace: Why do you help me?
Princess Isabelle: Because of the way you are looking at me now.