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
