die

Og der kan Asmodeus selv die fra dit syge bryst.

And there may Asmodeus himself suckle from your diseased teat.

Og dens unge forsøger at die.

Dead. And it's, uh, its cub is trying to suckle at it, you know?

Jeg dier på Moder Fysiks informative bryst.

Right now, I'm suckling at the informative bosom of mother physics.

I dier stolthed og bliver verdens hersker ved mors bryst.

You suckle pride and become ruler of world at your mother's breast.

"Præsten og lensmanden m frygte for brændevinssælgeren som for ulven, der dier menneskeblod.

"The pastor and sheriff must fear the liquor merchant like a wolf that sucks human blood."

Okay, men di timing sutter røv.

Well, your timing sucks.