Translation:

The wind blows over the plains of Armorican Brittany,
I take a glance for one last time at my wife, my son and my home,
Akim, the son of the blacksmith had come to get me,
The druids have decided to take the fight in the valley,
There where all our ancestors, legendary celtic warriors,
After the many great battles that imposed in masters,
It is time now to defend our land,
Against an army of Simeriens ready to cross weapons,
The entire tribe gathered around the gigantic menhirs,
To call forth the Gods in order for them to bless us,
After that prayer with my brothers, without any zeal,
The chiefs all gave us some hydromel,
For the courage, so there wouldn't be any defeat,
To stay strong and pride when we will be in the battle,
Because it is the first time for me to fight in a battle,
And I hope to be worth, to be part of the Tribe of Dana.

Chorus:
In the valley (oh oh) of Dana (la li la la)
In the valley (oh oh) I could have heard the echos
In the valley (oh oh) of Dana (la li la la)
In the valley (oh oh) hymns of war near the tombs

After a couple of sorceries and magic,
The whole tribe, blades in hand, was headed toward the enemy,
The struggle was terrible and I saw nothing but shadows,
Slicing the enemy which always came back in excessive number,
My brothers fell one after another right before my eyes,
Under the weight of the weapons that these barbarians possessed,
Spears, axes, and swords in the garden of Eden,
Blood dripping down the plain's grass,
Like those days of  grief, where man crawls,
At the limit of the kingdom and hatred,
Must we continue this fight already lost?
But this was the pride of the whole tribe,
The struggle continued like that until the sun down,
With extreme determination of ferocity,
We must defend the land where our ancestors are burried,
And for all the sake of Dana's tribe.

- Chorus -

At the end of the valley we heard the sound of a horn,
Coming from the enemy's leader, calling back his horde,
Had they understood that we will keep on fighting even in hell,
And that these lands belonged to the tribe of Dana,
The warriors took off, I did not understand,
All that long ways they went through in order to get here,
But when I pose my sight on my surrounding,
I was the only one still standing, that is why,
My fingers began to shake, dropping my weapons,
And tears started to come down my eyes,
I never understood why the Gods spared me,
On that dark day of our history which I am telling you,
The wind still blows over the plains of Armorican Brittany,
And I rejoined my wife, my son and my home,
I rebuilted everything with my hands,
I became the king, of Dana's tribe.