300 - ManauBackMontage réalisé à partir du film 300 sur une musique de Manau, la tribu de Dana The wind blows on the plains of Armorican Brittany, I throw a last glance on my wife, my son and my field. Akim, the son of the blacksmith came to seek me, druides decided to carry out the combat in the valley. There, where all our ancestors, of Celtic warlike giants, after great battles, asserted themselves as Masters, it is the hour maintaining to defend our ground against an army of Simeriens lends to cross iron. All the tribe met around large menhirs, to call upon the gods so that they can bless us. After this prayer with my brothers without making state of zeal, the heads gave us to all mouthfuls of hydromel, for courage, step that there is of fault, to remain tall and proud when we are in the battle because it is the first time for me which I leave to the combat and I hope to be worthy of the tribe of Dana. In the valley of Dana the lilala. In the valley I could hear the echoes. In the valley of Dana the lilala. In the valley of the battle songs close to the tombs. After some incantations of druides and magic, all the tribe, the glaive one in hand ran towards the enemy, the fight was terrible and I saw only the shades, slicing the enemy who always returned in excess. My brothers fell one after the other in front of my glance, under the weight of the weapons which all these barbarians had, of the lances, the axes and the swords in the garden of Eden which ran out of blood on green grass of the plain. Like these days of sorrow where the man trails himself in extreme cases of the reign of the evil and hatred, was necessary it to continue this combat already lost, but such was the pride of all the tribe, the fight continued like that to the setting sun, of extreme ferocity in addition to eagerness, was necessary to defend the ground of our ancestors buried there and for all the laws of the tribe of Dana. In the valley of Dana the lilala. In the valley I could hear the echoes. In the valley of Dana the lilala. In the valley of the battle songs close to the tombs. At the end of the valley one heard the sound of a horn, of an enemy head who pointed out all his horde, it had understood that one would fight even in hell and that to the tribe of Dana these grounds belonged. The warriors set out again, I did not include/understand all the way that they had made to arrive from there there, when my glance was posed all around me, I were only upright of the tribe for this reason. My fingers deviated while releasing my weapons and along my cheeks started to run tears, I never included/understood why the gods saved to me of this black day of our history which I told. The wind always blows on Armorican Brittany and I have join my wife, my son and my field, I rebuilt all with my hands to arrive from there there, I became king of the tribe of Dana. In the valley of Dana the lilala. In the valley I could hear the echoes. In the valley of Dana the lilala. In the valley of the battle songs close to the tombs. Category: Entertainment Uploaded: July 1st, 2007 @ 12:42 pm Author: SH4RK13 Length: 04:07 Rating: Views: Tags: 300 frank miller gerard butler manau la tribu de dana spartiates spartans Related Video Links:» View Video Comments For 300 - Manau » View SH4RK13's Other Uploaded Videos Video Thumbnails:Video Embedding Code:* Embed this video on your website, social bookmark, myspace, or blog. |
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