The wind blows on the plains of armorican Brittany, I throw a last look on my woman, my son and my domain. Akim, the dog of the forgeron came to look for me, the druids decided to take the fight in the valley. There, where all our ancestors, of gigantic Celtic warriors, after of big battles, imposed in masters, this is the hour now to defend our earth against an army of ready Simeriens to cross iron. The whole tribe met together around big menhirs, to invoke the gods so that they can bless us. After this prayer with my brothers without mentioning enthusiasm, the bosses gave us to all of the stuffed ones with hydromel, for courage, for not that there be rift, to remain big and proud when we will be in the battle for this is the first time for me that I leave in battle and I hope to be worthy of the tribe of Dana.
REFRAIN: In the valley of Dana The lilala. In the valley I was able to hear the echos. In the valley of Dana The lilala.
In the valley of the war songs close to the tombs. After some incantations of druids and of magie, the whole tribe, the glaive in hand ran towards the enemy, the fight was terrible and I see only the shadows, splitting the enemy that always returned in surnombre. My brothers fell after each other in front of my look, under the weight of the weapons that possessed all these barbarians, lances, axes and swords in the eden garden that flowed blood on green grass of the plain. As these days of pains where the man leads himself to the limit of the reign of the evil and hate, it was necessary to continue this already lost fight, but such was the whole tribe pride, the fight continued as that to the sun putting to bed, of extreme f????rocit???? what's more of determination, was necessary to defend the earth of our ancestors buried there and for all the laws.
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To the end of the valley one heard the sound of a horn, of a boss enemy that recalled all his horde, did it have understood that one very lutterait in hell and that to the tribe of Dana belonged these earths.The warriors set off again, I did not understand the whole way that they had done for some to arrive there, when my look itself posa all around me, I was the only standing one tribe here why. My fingers separated themselves all while loosening my weapons and alongside my cheeks began flowing tears, I did not never understand why the gods saved me of this black day of our history that I told. The wind always blows on armorican Brittany and I have rejoins my woman, my son and my domain, I all rebuilt of my hands for some to arrive there, I became king of the tribe of Dana.
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