[Verse 1]
The wind blows on the plains of Armorican Brittany
I take a last look at my wife, my son and my estate
Akim, the blacksmith's son, came to get me;
The druids decided to take the fight to the valley
Where all our ancestors, giant Celtic warriors
After great battles imposed themselves as masters
Now is the time to defend our land
Against an army of Cimmerians ready to cross swords
The whole tribe gathered around the large menhirs
To invoke the gods so that they can bless us
After this prayer with my brothers, without showing any zeal,
the leaders gave us all sips of mead.
For courage, so that there is no weakness
To remain tall and proud when we are in battle
For this is the first time for me that I go into battle
And I hope to be worthy of the tribe of Dana

[Chorus]
In the valley, oh oh, of Dana, lalilala
In the valley, oh oh, I could hear the echoes
In the valley, oh oh, of Dana, lalilala
In the valley, oh oh, of war songs near the tombs

[Verse 2]
After some druid incantations and magic
The whole tribe, sword in hand, ran towards the enemy.
The fight was terrible and I saw only 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
Who flowed blood on the green grass of the plain
Like those days of pain, when man drags himself
To the limit of the reign of evil and hatred
Was it necessary to continue this fight that had already been lost?
But such was the pride of the entire tribe
The fight continued like this until sunset.
Of extreme ferocity and more relentlessness;
Had to defend the land of our ancestors buried there
And for all the laws of the tribe of Dana

[Chorus]
In the valley, oh oh, of Dana, lalilala
In the valley, oh oh, I could hear the echoes
In the valley, oh oh, of Dana, lalilala
In the valley, oh oh, of war songs near the tombs

[Verse 3]
At the end of the valley we could hear the sound of a horn
Of an enemy leader who was calling back his whole horde
Did he understand that we would fight even in hell
And that to the tribe of Dana belonged these lands?
The warriors were leaving, I didn't understand
How far they had come to get there
When my gaze fell all around me
I was the only one standing of the tribe; that's why
My fingers spread apart as I let go of my weapons
And tears began to flow down my cheeks
I never understood why the gods spared me
From that dark day in our history that I told
The wind still blows over Armorican Brittany
And I joined my wife, my son and my domain
I rebuilt everything with my own hands to get to this point
I became king of the tribe of Dana

[Chorus]
In the valley, oh oh, of Dana, lalilala
In the valley, oh oh, I could hear the echoes
In the valley, oh oh, of Dana, lalilala
In the valley, oh oh, of the war songs near the tombs

[Outro]
From the tribe of Dana
I became king
From the tribe of Dana
I became king
From the tribe of Dana