Let all the peoples of Dai Viet bow unto their saviours, Trung Trac and Trung Nhi! Though your origins were comparatively humble, as the daughters of a minor prefect under the Chinese, you were schooled in the arts of warfare and in the history of your people. When the Han invaders overstepped their bounds, inflicting great cruelties upon the people of your lands and murdering Trac's beloved husband, you rose with the rage of the dragon and your countrymen rose with you, casting out the usurpers and establishing a Vietnamese queen to rule over your people. For the next three years, the Chinese broke upon you like water upon stones, until at last you were defeated and the Han ruled once more, though it took an army of a hundred thousand men to slay two women.
O mightiest of sisters, you have more enemies than China now; you face a host of barbarians, eager to cast down the cities of a proud nation and place its people under the yoke of oppression once again. Will you rise for one last time and fight for the freedom of Vietnam? Will you make the kings of your foes fall prostrate before the sister-queens? Can you build a Civilisation that will stand the test of time?