Far away behind the barricades that rise around the huge 
fortress, the sun rises,
And it seems like it tells me that all is over
Death is our destiny and an icy shiver is glancing 
through the landscape
Men fought restlessly and our wives and children die of 
hunger,
How can an entire people disappear instantaneously?
Death is our destiny and an icy shiver is glancing 
through the landscape.
But even through death we remain the proud and courageous 
Celts that we always have been.
I have an appointment with my own death and my oeuvre 
will be accomplished intimately,
I know it's gonna be blazing and memorable because Gallic 
spirit is immortal.
I will cross the limen as the proud warrior that I am.