Montage réalisé à partir du film 300 sur une musique de Manau, la tribu de Dana
The wind blows on the plains
of Armorican Brittany, I throw a last glance on my wife, my son and my field.
Akim, the son of the blacksmith came to seek me,
druides decided to carry out the combat in the valley.
There, where all our ancestors,
of Celtic warlike giants,
after great battles, asserted themselves as Masters,
it is the hour maintaining to defend our ground
against an army of Simeriens lends to cross iron.
All the tribe met around large menhirs,
to call upon the gods so that they can bless us.
After this prayer with my brothers without making state of zeal,
the heads gave us to all mouthfuls of hydromel,
for courage,
step that there is of fault,
to remain tall and proud when we are in the battle because it is the first time for me which I leave to the combat
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 the battle songs close to the tombs.
After some incantations of druides and magic, all the tribe,
the glaive one in hand ran towards the enemy,
the fight was terrible and I saw only the shades,
slicing the enemy who always returned in excess.
My brothers fell one after the other in front of my glance,
under the weight of the weapons which all these barbarians had,
of the lances, the axes and the swords in the garden of Eden
which ran out of blood on green grass of the plain.
Like these days of sorrow
where the man trails himself
in extreme cases of the reign
of the evil and hatred,
was necessary it to continue this
combat already lost,
but such was the pride of all the tribe,
the fight continued like that to the setting sun,
of extreme ferocity in addition to eagerness,
was necessary to defend the ground 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 the battle songs close to the tombs.
At the end of the valley one heard the sound of a horn,
of an enemy head who pointed out all his horde,
it had understood that one would fight even in hell
and that to the tribe of Dana these grounds belonged.
The warriors set out again,
I did not include/understand
all the way that they had made to arrive from there there,
when my glance was posed all around me,
I were only upright of the tribe for this reason.
My fingers deviated
while releasing my weapons
and along my cheeks started to run tears,
I never included/understood why the gods saved to me
of this black day of our history which I told.
The wind always blows on Armorican Brittany
and I have join my wife, my son and my field,
I rebuilt all with my hands to arrive from there there,
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 the battle songs close to the tombs.
JUST EPIC
nymeith45 1 week ago
Thank you nymeith45!!
SH4RK13 1 week ago
Super!
surnaturel123 2 weeks ago
Merci surnaturel123!!
SH4RK13 2 weeks ago
Magnifique. il y a rien d'autre a dire
Inconu3399 2 weeks ago
Merci !! Inconu3399
SH4RK13 2 weeks ago