At the time when the dragons flew over the seas
Their wings were borne by the northern wind
The storms had foreshadowed their arriving
Here were the Vikings.

This was the Normain Invasion !
They're borned from cold in the farnorth
They lived without caring for tomorrow
They survived far from their motherly snow

Plain, my plain
When you are covered by blood

The thrump of their steps as heavy as metal
Sounded as loudly as thunder
Following the signs of their gods.

They've given their name to our country
They've won it with bloodshed,
conquered by fire and sword.
They've given their name to our country,
They've won it by strength and brutality

Everyone was caged in fright
No one dared to meet their eyes.
Everyone had shivers down their spines ,
In their eyes you could read you would die

Plain, my plain
After battles full of lights
Century after century
No ones can corrupt, corrupt them

Fighting was the last reason to live
Giving to your life a real meaning