Ancient Rites - Mother Europe |
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Mother Europe
Ancient Rites Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation The cradle of Europe where it all began Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south Representing medieval Flemish pride Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my hearts Brave Teutonic, French and English knights Thy shining armour now long vanished Praised be the Scandinavian hordes Thy glory, however, forever remains Once the nightmare of the Christian world I talk not of mercy I talk not of fear The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi" Children of Italia De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noorden Belgium and The Netherlands stood as one Mother Europe born from your womb Mother Europe on Your soil shall be my tomb I talk not of mercy I talk not of fear The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom Oh what that gallant spirit shall resume Leap from Europe's bank and call Thee from the tomb (Hail to the sons of eastern Europe the Slavonian soul never fades) Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne Where the Celtic dream still lives on Shall be my tomb! Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix) ARIS Honoured be Thy deeds Leading our tribes against the aggressor Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won (But forever Thy blood in my veins) Gracious Spartan civilisation Eternally blessed Thy war spirit Surrounded by thousands of Persians but Thy Hellenic glory is everlasting) "Molon lave" a final proud statement (None of thee survived Sad the day of your sacrifice Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix Dying in solitude (But Thy soul) forever in my heart An example to your Celt tribe The shrieks of the conquered, the conqueror's yell Remember the moment Jerusalem fell The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared The wealty we slaughtered, the lovely we spared Aris! And Aris hone! Mars! And Mars rose! Geuzen der Lage Landen Nachtmerrie der Spaanse/Roomse overheerser Voor eeuwig Uw Bloed in onze aderen Van Antwerpen, Amsterdam to Den Briel Helden der Calvanistische droom Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix Sad the day of your sacrifice Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix) Honoured be Thy deeds Forever Thy Blood in my veins Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won Leading our tribes against the aggressor Noble was your cause Sad the day of your sacrifice An example to our tribe |
