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

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my heart

Representing medieval Flemish pride

Brave Teutonic, French and English knights

Thy shining armour now long vanished

Thy glory, however, forever remains

Praised be the Scandinavian hordes

Once the nightmare of the Christian world

I talk of not of mercy

I talk not of fear

The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom

Children of Italia

In ancient times «Roma Caput Mundi»

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 of 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!