On Golden Fields Lyrics
Our weapons shall regainWhat betrayers must buyThrowing back the invadersReigning our land and wavesAnd finally teach these noblesWhat it means to be slavesFar more large in numbersBetter armed they cameBut are it not our citiesThat these rascals claimed?A victory rather certainThey held within their handsBut courage, craft and justiceGave us a stronger handBloodstained flagsHear our men roarBut under foreign ruleBloodstained flagsHear our men roarWe shall suffer no moreWe shall suffer no more!“Het Vlaamse heir staat immer palDaar ’t winnen of daar ’t sterven zalAlhier, aldaar aan lange lansenDe leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansenâ€Oh, land of the FlandersFrom field to shoreShall view us as victorsOh, land of the FlandersFrom field to shoreShall view us as victorsOr view us no more!For victory was ours against all oddsTruly a miracle in a world without godsBloodstained flagsHear our men roarBut under foreign ruleBloodstained flagsHear our men roarWe shall suffer no moreWe shall suffer no more!(I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust teaches myears. And the troubadour sings:)“Het Vlaamse heir staat immer palDaar ’t winnen of daar ’t sterven zalAlhier, aldaar aan lange lansenDe leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansenâ€En de leeuwen dansen…
Ancient Rites On Golden Fields
