In the western forests, by the endless sea Surrounded by forces of the enemy Legions of the twilight had come to take their land Yet all those tales of conquest were written in sand Celtic warriors gather, watch the cauldron boil Drink the magic potion, defend your native soil Fight for your heartland side by side Into darkness you will ride Taunt the wrath of gods and set it free Fists in the air we will resist Legions lost in Gallic mist Stand together for our liberty Ancient mighty druid, wisest of the wise Keep the secret safer than your own true eyes Smallest of all warriors, take them on alone Strongest of all warriors, carve our deeds in stone Not a single one of the invaders shall withstand Those who dare to march ashore will feel our iron hand See the iron walls around their village Yet they never would enter the realm of fear Raise your standards, fly the Roman eagle Hope is most likely born when the end is near