The wind's blowing over the plains of Armorican Brittany
I cast one last look at my wife, my son and my land
Akim, the blacksmith's son, came to get me
The druids have decided to take the fight into the valley
There, where all our ancestors, giant Celtic warriors
After great battles, established themselves as masters
Now it's time to defend our land
Against an army of Sumerians ready to cross swords
The whole tribe gathered around huge menhirs
To call on the gods so they can bless us
After that prayer with my brothers, without any show of zeal
The chiefs gave us all swigs of mead
For courage, so there'd be no weakness
To stay tall and proud once we're in battle
Cause it's the first time I'm going to war
And I hope to be worthy of the tribe of Dana
In the valley of Dana lalilala
In the valley I could hear the echoes
In the valley of Dana lalilala
In the valley war chants near the tombs
After a few druidic and magic incantations
The whole tribe, sword in hand, ran toward the enemy
The fight was awful and I saw only shadows
Cutting down enemies who kept coming, always outnumbering us
My brothers fell one after another before my eyes
Under the weight of the weapons all those barbarians wielded
Spears, axes and swords in the Garden of Eden
Spilling blood over the green grass of the plain
Like those days of sorrow when man drags himself
At the edge of the reign of evil and hate
Should we keep up this fight already lost
But such was the pride of the whole tribe
The struggle went on like that until the setting sun
With extreme ferocity and relentless fury
We had to defend the land of our ancestors buried there
And for all the laws of the tribe of Dana
In the valley of Dana lalilala
In the valley I could hear the echoes
In the valley of Dana lalilala
In the valley war chants near the tombs
At the end of the valley we heard a horn's call
From an enemy chief who was calling back his horde
Had he understood we'd fight even in hell
And that these lands belonged to the tribe of Dana
The warriors withdrew
All the way they'd come to end up here
When my gaze swept all around me
I was the only one standing from the tribe, that's why
My fingers spread as I let my weapons fall
And down my cheeks tears began to flow
I never understood why the gods spared me
From that dark day in our history I've told
The wind still blows over Armorican Brittany
And I've gone back to my wife, my son and my land
I rebuilt everything with my own hands to get here
I've become king of the tribe of Dana
In the valley of Dana lalilala
In the valley I could hear the echoes
In the valley of Dana lalilala
In the valley war chants near the tombs