(Verse 1) From the western edge where the sea winds rise, Under granite cliffs and storm-dark skies, Came a people forged in foam and rain, Still carrying the ancient flame. Breizh stood proud where the wild tides roll, Salt in the blood and fire in the soul, Old stone castles watched the shore, And the old songs echoed evermore. Long before the borders came, Before kingdoms carved their names, The banners flew and the old horns called— And House Rohan stood through all. (Pre-Chorus) Years may turn and crowns may fade, But the western oath remains— (Chorus) Raise yer voice and let it roll! Hear the ocean, hear the soul! Rohan in the valleys, Breizh by the sea, Old Breton thunder running free! Through every harbor, every shore, Hear the ancient lions roar! Names may wander, years may span— But the fire still rides in Breton land! (Verse 2) Old Breton words crossed every tide, Yet the western heart stayed deep inside, Armorica called through wind and foam, And every sailor carried home. Through changing kings and changing years, Still hearing old ancestral cheers, Different roads but still one line— Bound through memory and through time. Raise the cup and strike the string, Hear the western voices sing. (Pre-Chorus) No passing throne, no distant sea, Can break what lives eternally— (Chorus) Raise yer voice and let it roll! Hear the ocean, hear the soul! Rohan in the storm and spray, Old clan fire never fades away! Through every crossing, every land, Still carrying Breizh in hand! Storms may come and empires fall— But the old blood answers every call! (Bridge — outlaw anthem section) Strike the strings and turn it loud! Stand together fierce and proud! Granite coast and banner high, Hear old Brittany’s battle cry! Not by crown and not command— But by the spirit of the western land— (Final Chorus) Raise the banner high tonight! Let the western fires burn bright! Breizh! Rohan! call the line! One old road through place and time! From granite coast tae endless sea— Long live the blood… Long live Brittany.
