The men and women, old and young, of Dorne declare their loyalty to only one king and one line, only one authority above that of Nymeros: the line of Aerys, Second of His Name. The Rhoynar, Andals, and First Men of Dorne will never submit to the invader who calls himself an heir to Daemon Blackfyre, for he is a monster, accursed and without honor. He tortures his captives and holds his vassals at sword-point. He sends fingers and pieces of his victims to their families to back them into a corner, to command them by fear.
Dorne does not fear you, dog of the east, spawn of the hunchback, bastard of the witch. Your lies and your evils will not win here in Dorne, and you will never be King of the Rhoynar. You are accursed, a corrupted being of filth. Dorne will not bow, Dorne will not bend, and Dorne will not break.
Bring your black steel, we do not fear it. You will burn alive in Dorne. You cannot make waste to our fields for we have none, you cannot lay rape and murder upon our women and elderly for you will not find them, and you will never find peace so long as you walk this continent.
We will fight you in the mountains, in the wastes, in the dunes, in the sea.. Dorne will sink into the sea whence it came before it submits to you, you pathetic filth.