Testo On Golden Fields (De Leeuwen Dansen) Ancient Rites
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!
âHet Vlaamse heir staat immer pal
Daar ât winnen of daar ât sterven zal
Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen
De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansenâ
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:)
âHet Vlaamse heir staat immer pal
Daar ât winnen of daar ât sterven zal
Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen
De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansenâ
En de leeuwen dansenâ¦
