Ancient Rites - Mother Europe Lyrics
Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisationThe cradle of Europe where it all beganOr the Portugueseand Spanish ArmadaOverwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the southBruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my heartsRepresenting medieval Flemish prideBrave Teutonic, French and English knightsThy shining armour now long vanishedThy glory, however, forever remainsPraised be the Scandinavian hordesOnce the nightmare of the Christian worldI talk not of mercyI talk not of fearThe hopeless warriors of a Willing DoomChildren of ItaliaIn ancient times Roma Caput MundiDe Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noordenBelgium and The Netherlands stood as oneMother Europe born from your wombMother Europe on Your soil shall be my tombI talk not of mercyI talk not of fearThe hopeless warriors of a Willing DoomOh what that gallant spirit shall resumeLeap from Europes bank and call Thee from the tomb(Hail to the sons of eastern Europethe Slavonian soul never fades)Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and BretagneWhere the Celtic dream still lives onShall be my tomb!ARISHear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix)Honoured be Thy deedsLeading our tribes against the aggressorOutnumbered, a campaign that could not be won(But forever Thy blood in my veins)GraciousSpartan civilisationEternally blessed Thy war spiritSurrounded by thousands of PersiansMolon lave a final proud statement(None of thee survivedbut Thy Hellenic glory is everlasting)Noble was your cause, brave VercingetorixSad the day of your sacrificeAn example to your Celt tribeDying in solitude(But Thy soul) forever in my heartRemember the moment Jerusalem fellThe shrieks of the conquered, the conquerors yellThe roofs that we fired, and the plunder we sharedThe wealty we slaughtered, the lovely we sparedAris! And Aris hone!Mars! And Mars rose!Geuzen der Lage LandenVan Antwerpen, Amsterdam to Den BrielHelden der Calvanistische droomNachtmerrie der Spaanse/Roomse overheerserVoor eeuwig Uw Bloed in onze aderenNoble was your cause, brave VercingetorixSad the day of your sacrificeHear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix)Honoured be Thy deedsLeading our tribes against the aggressorOutnumbered, a campaign that could not be wonForever Thy Blood in my veinsNoble was your causeSad the day of your sacrificeAn example to our tribe
