La tribu de Dana [English translation]

The wind blows upon the plains of Armorican Brittany

I throw one last glance at my wife, my son, and my domain

Akim, the blacksmith's son has come to get me

The druids have decided to carry on the fight in the valley

Where all our ancestors, giant Celt warriors

After great battles imposed themselves as masters

It is now time to defend our land

Against an army of Simeriens ready to cross swords

The whole tribe assembled around great menhirs

To call upon the Gods so that they could bless us

After this prayer with my brothers, with no pretense of zeal

The chiefs gave us all a few mouthfuls of hydromel

For courage, so that there be no flaw

To remain great and proud when we will be in the battle

Because it's the first time for me that I leave for a war

And I hope to be worthy of the tribe of Dana

In the valley (oh oh), of Dana (la li la la)

In the valley (oh oh), I could hear the echos

In the valley (oh oh), of Dana (la li la la)

In the valley (oh oh), songs of war near the graves

After a few incantations of druids and magic

The whole tribe, sword in hand, ran toward the enemy

The fight was terrible and I could only see shadows

Cutting down the enemy that came back always more numerous

My brothers fell one after the other before my eyes

Under the weight of the weapons possessed by all these barbarians

Spears, axes, and swords in the garden of Eden

That drained blood onto the green grass of the plain

Like those days of grief, where man drags himself

To the boundary of the reign of evil and hatred

Were we to continue this battle already lost ?

But such was the pride of the all of the tribe

The fight went on like this until sunset

Of extreme ferocity and also relentless

We had to defend the land of our ancestors buried there

And for all the laws of the tribe of Dana

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At the far side of the valley we could hear the sound of a horn

Of an enemy chief calling back all of his horde

Had he understood that we would fight even in hell

And that to the tribe of Dana belonged these lands?

The warriors were leaving, I did not understand

All the distance they covered just to make it here

When I set my gaze around me

I was the only one standing of the tribe; that was why

My fingers moved apart as I dropped my weapons

And along my cheeks tears started to fall

I never understood why the Gods spared me

From this black day of our history that I related

The wind still blows upon Armorican Brittany

And I've rejoined my wife, my son, and my domain

I've rebuilt everything with my own hands to make it this far

I have become king of the tribe of Dana

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