Beg Ar Van (La Pointe Du Van)

Winter solstice, moonlight through the gray clouds' race
In spring afternoon in the golden moor
At Pointe du Van just after twilight in the dark months
Or in the town of Plogoff in the morning before people wake up

"I hear the dogs barking, here come the damn French soldiers!"
The people from the edge of the world are ready for the final battle
It won't be a game as usual, with their backs against the wall, they'll be ruthless

Facing the Bay of the Dead on New Year's Eve night
I remained silent, without hunger, looking at the tip of Eurasia
My head was full of dreams of Morgan, Isolde, Ahes
With the bells of the city of Ys, and the monastery of the priestesses

Curse, curse upon those who dare to desecrate the land of our pride
The people from the edge of...

In the eyes of the people clinging to the black rocks of Cornwall
Sky and sea embrace, memories shine there
In every gaze at the far west lies all the wisdom of the world
That has grown on the chain of life since the appearance of Man

Curse...

In the eyes of the people here resides a deep kindness
Three thousand centuries, their long journey, have elevated it
In every eye, one can read an ancient and full anger
Rising slowly like a vast army for the final battle

"I hear the dogs barking, here come the damn French soldiers!"

The people from the edge of the world...