The stars have showed me in the tides of time

Countless battles and brave warriors meeting theri fate

Wisdom of druids my people ask to me

The stars and the oak will show me our fate

A great warrior will come

To reunite all the gallic tribes

Victory for Brennon shall be

But mist is closing fast

Will this be the last battle?

Nevermore a roman land

Shall we disappear in the mist of time

And await for a new dawn?

We are not walking to the end of time

Time will come for our glorious dawn