In the ancient homeland of the Celts (male 3 version)

n the ancient homeland of the Celts we stand, Between the Dniester and the Carpathians, our land, Where happiness once flourished grand, Protected by gods, heroes in command. With neighbors, our friendship knew no end, Gifts exchanged, iron forged to mend, Respect and love from beautiful women, they lend, Children raised to worship, their faith to send. Dan tribe’s gods, Dagda, Dazhbog, they adore, In their names, our spirits soar, Legends of old, we proudly store, Celtic heritage, forevermore. In the land where legends breathe, A tale of old, we weave, From the northeast, came evil seen, Forcing gods and heroes to a distant dream. To the sun, they sailed away, On Britain’s shores, they lay, Descendants wait in lands between, Praying for a heroic scene. Between Dniester and Don’s might, They yearn for ancient light, Celtic ancestors’ hope, bright, For Avalon to shine, ignite. Volyn’s heart beats true, Avalon’s name in view, Let the heroes rise anew, From the West, they’ll come through