Ancient Rites - On Golden Fields lyrics

We ask not the pleasure that riches supply

Our weapons shall regain

What betrayers must buy

Throwing back the invaders

Reigning our land and waves

And finally teach these nobles

What it means to be slaves

Far more large in numbers

Better armed they came

But are it not our cities

That these rascals claimed?

A victory rather certain

They held within their hands

But courage, craft and justice

Gave us a stronger hand

Bloodstained flags

Hear our men roar

But under foreign rule

Bloodstained flags

Hear our men roar

We shall suffer no more

We shall suffer no more!

“Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal

Daar ’t winnen of daar ’t sterven zal

Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen

De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen”

Oh, land of the Flanders

From field to shore

Shall view us as victors

Oh, land of the Flanders

From field to shore

Shall view us as victors

Or view us no more!

For victory was ours against all odds

Truly a miracle in a world without gods

Bloodstained flags

Hear our men roar

But under foreign rule

Bloodstained flags

Hear our men roar

We shall suffer no more

We shall suffer no more!

(I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust teaches my

ears. And the troubadour sings:)

“Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal

Daar ’t winnen of daar ’t sterven zal

Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen

De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen”

En de leeuwen dansen…