La Tribu De Dana

The wind blows on the plains of Armorican Brittany
I throw one last one
Looking at my wife, my son and my estate
Akim, the blacksmith's son came to get me, the druids decided to
Taking the fight to the valley
There, where all our ancestors, Celtic warrior giants, after great
Battles, have established themselves as masters, now it is time to defend
Our land against an army of Simerians ready to cross swords
The whole tribe gathered around large menhirs to invoke the gods
So that they can bless us. After this prayer with my brothers without doing
In a state of zeal, the leaders gave us all sips of mead, for the
Courage, so that there is no fault
To stay tall and proud when we
We will be in the battle because it is the first time for me that I am going to
Fight and I hope to be worthy of the tribe of Dana

In the valley of Dana the lilala
In the valley I could hear the echoes
In the valley of Dana the lilala
In the valley of war songs near the tombs

After some druid incantations and magic, the whole tribe, the sword
In hand ran towards the enemy, the fight was terrible and I sent only the
Shadows, cutting through the enemy who always returned in greater numbers
My brothers fell one after the other before my eyes, under the weight of the
Weapons that all these barbarians possessed, spears, axes and
Swords in the Garden of Eden that flowed blood onto the green grass of the
Plain. Like those days of pain when man drags himself to the limit of the reign
Evil and hatred, was it necessary to continue this fight already lost?
But such was
The pride of the whole tribe, the fight continued like this until the sun
Sunset, with extreme ferocity and relentlessness, it was necessary to defend the land
Of our ancestors buried there and for all the laws of the tribe of Dana

In the valley of Dana the lilala
In the valley I could hear the echoes
In the valley of Dana the lilala
In the valley of war songs near the tombs

At the end of the valley we could hear the sound of a horn, of an enemy leader who
Recalled all his horde
Did he understand that we would fight even in hell and that
The tribe of Dana owned these lands. The warriors left, I don't
Didn't understand how far they had come to get there, when
My gaze fell all around me
I was the only one standing in the tribe
Why. My fingers spread apart as I let go of my weapons and along
Tears started streaming down my cheeks, I never understood why
The gods spared me from this dark day of our history that I have told
The wind is still blowing over Armorican Brittany and I have joined my wife
My son and my estate
I rebuilt everything with my own hands to get to this point
I became king of the tribe of Dana

In the valley of Dana the lilala
In the valley I could hear the echoes
In the valley of Dana the lilala
In the valley of war songs near the tombs