Facing the sea,
On the top of the old cliff
Bitten by the winds
Remembering the past
When Ker Ys was the greatest city
Of Armoric coast
Waiting for the day when the winds
Of destiny will blow again on Brittany
The day when these winds will sweeping away Gwenolé son's
And their single god,
In a flood of blood and scum

Gwenolé son's will have to pay. Paying for their infamy
For the glory of our gods, their corpses will be thrown to waters
Their corpses will be thrown
To the dark waters
Their corpses will be thrown
As our sacrifice
For the glory of our gods and the honor of our ground
We will gash their flesh and nail their heads on the houses door's
For the glory of our land and honor of our clans
We will feast till dawn and drink in the victory horn

Turning toward the sea
Screening the horizon
Waiting dahud return's
To lead our people
And reconquer our world

I was from the sea
At the Dusk of a golden age
When our god cross our lands
And when the oaks went up high

I was die by the sea
At the dawn of a dark age
When the lonely god has come
And when our oaks has became churchs

On the top of the sacred mountain
I hears Lial Fail screaming
It Seeks its new king to reign on Ireland

Princes and lords, bards and warrior
Gathering on the hill of Tara
For giving allegiance to their new suzerain

Lia Fail was keep silent
Leaving the orphan people
In prey from the war of clans
Crownless

Blood have flow on the land of Ir
The grass was tinted of red
Under first light of dawn
The raven takes its take-off

The king elected by Morrigan
Hero of the battle fields
Take the road of Tara
Caledfwch has the hand

The stone of destiny
Have choose his new king
To forge the fate of the island
In fire and steel

On the top of the sacred mountain
I hears Lial Fail screaming
It have found its new king to reign on Ireland

Princes and lords, bards and warrior
Gathering on the hill of Tara
For giving allegiance to their new suzerain

"Enez Glaz, Oileain Tir Ceilteach"

The fogs of the morning wraps the stone...
Reddened by blood and blackened by fire,
Like range with the flames, it shine in the dawn
Heol-Telwen stone's dies out in a last Sigh...

The lament of deads and the song of druids
Impregnate the thousand-year-old stone.

The night of Sahmain ends,
The doors of Sidhe are closed again.
The souls go back towards the other world,
Song of the stone is not any more but one murmur.

Deaths returned this night,
Under the dark vault of the Nemeton,
Lit by the moon of the sacred night;
The night of the winter solstice.

All, auround the stone, celebrated the new year
Praising Bélénos, praising Teutatès...

The lament of deads and the song of druids
Impregnate the thousand-year-old stone.

All, around the stone celebrated the ancient
Praising the Moon, praising this night...