מילים לשיר Mother Europe – Ancient Rites

Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation
The cradle of Europe where it all began
Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada
Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south Representing medieval Flemish pride
Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my hearts
Brave Teutonic, French and English knights
Thy shining armour now long vanished
Praised be the Scandinavian hordes
Thy glory, however, forever remains Once the nightmare of the Christian world
I talk not of mercy
I talk not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi"
Children of Italia
De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noorden
Belgium and The Netherlands stood as one Mother Europe born from your womb
Mother Europe on Your soil shall be my tomb
I talk not of mercy I talk not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom
Oh what that gallant spirit shall resume
Leap from Europe's bank and call Thee from the tomb (Hail to the sons of eastern Europe
the Slavonian soul never fades)
Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne
Where the Celtic dream still lives on Shall be my tomb! Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix)
ARIS
Honoured be Thy deeds
Leading our tribes against the aggressor
Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won
(But forever Thy blood in my veins) Gracious Spartan civilisation
Eternally blessed Thy war spirit
Surrounded by thousands of Persians
but Thy Hellenic glory is everlasting)
"Molon lave" a final proud statement
(None of thee survived Sad the day of your sacrifice
Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix
Dying in solitude
(But Thy soul) forever in my heart
An example to your Celt tribe The shrieks of the conquered, the conqueror's yell
Remember the moment Jerusalem fell
The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared
The wealty we slaughtered, the lovely we spared Aris! And Aris hone!
Mars! And Mars rose! Geuzen der Lage Landen
Nachtmerrie der Spaanse Roomse overheerser
Voor eeuwig Uw Bloed in onze aderen
Van Antwerpen, Amsterdam to Den Briel
Helden der Calvanistische droom
Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix
Sad the day of your sacrifice
Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix) Honoured be Thy deeds
Forever Thy Blood in my veins
Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won
Leading our tribes against the aggressor
Noble was your cause
Sad the day of your sacrifice
An example to our tribe.