la tribu de dana

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  the wind blew across the plains of armorica
  and i cast a glance toward my wife, my son, my land.
  akim, the blacksmith’s son, came to collect me:
  the druids have brought war to the valley,
  where our forebears, great celtic warriors all,
  prevailed through so many great battles.
  but now it was time to defend our land
  against an army of simerians hungry to cross swords.
  
  the whole clan came together near the great monoliths
  to beseech a blessing from the gods.
  my brothers and i prayed, and, with my heart still calm,
  the chiefs had us drink of mead
  to give us courage and keep us steady on course
  to stand great and proud in battle.
  i set off for combat for the very first time,
  and i hope i can be worthy of the clan of dana.
  
  refrain – in the valley of dana, the echoes rang around me.
  in the valley of dana, with battle cries amid the tombs.
  after casting magic spells,
  the whole of the clan, swords in hand, ran toward the adversary.
  the battle was terrible and all i saw were shadows
  cutting across the enemy, fighting in wave after wave.
  one after another, before my very eyes,
  my brothers fell under the weight of the barbarians’ blades –
  the spears, the axes, the swords – in this garden of eden
  whose verdant fields now ran with blood.
  
  in days of woe like these,
  where men test the limits of evil and hatred,
  should we carry out a battle already lost?
  such was the pride of all the clan
  that the battle raged on, ferociously, even eagerly,
  unto the setting sun.
  it fell to us to defend this land where our forebears lay to rest
  and uphold the ways and laws of the clan of dana.
  
  at valley’s edge we heard a trumpet blare
  as the enemy chief recalled his troops.
  did they understand that we would fight in hell if need be?
  and that this land belonged to us, the clan of dana?
  the warriors retreated, and i stood confused
  by what had happened to bring us to this place.
  
  as i looked around me, i found myself the last man standing in our clan.
  the sword fell from my grip and my face ran with tears.
  i’ve never understood why the gods should have spared me
  from this black day in our history i recollect for you now.
  the wind still blows across the plains of armorica,
  and i am back with my wife, my son, my land.
  i rebuilt it all with these very hands
  to stand as i am now, lord of the clan of dana.
  
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