Song | On Golden Fields (De Leeuwen Dansen) |
Artist | Ancient Rites |
Album | And the Hordes Stood as One |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ancient Rites, Theys | |
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… |
zuo qu : Ancient Rites, Theys | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Ancient Rites, Theys | |
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 |