On Golden Fields (de Leeuwen Dansen) Lyrics - Ancient Rites

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...