She stars have showed me in the tides of time Countless battles and brave warriors meeting their 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 and of time Time will come for our glorious dawn