Шалом, двачеры.
Срочно реквестирую отлично говорящего по-бритосски. Нужно перевести стих

"All you that in the condemned hold do lie,
Prepare you, for to-morrow you shall die;
Watch all, and pray, the hour is drawing near
That you before the Almighty must appear;
Examine well yourselves, in time repent,
That you may not to eternal flames be sent.
And when St. Sepulchre's bell to-morrow tolls,
The Lord above have mercy on your souls.
Past twelve o'clock!"

(Можно не в художественной форме. Просто предложения перевести). Пикрандом.