We ask not the pleasure that riches supply
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Our weapons shall regain
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What betrayers must buy
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Throwing back the invaders
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Reigning our land and waves
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And finally teach these nobles
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What it means to be slaves
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Far more large in numbers
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Better armed they came
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But are it not our cities
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That these rascals claimed?
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A victory rather certain
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They held within their hands
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But courage, craft and justice
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Gave us a stronger hand
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Bloodstained flags
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Hear our men roar
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But under foreign rule
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Bloodstained flags
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Hear our men roar
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We shall suffer no more
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We shall suffer no more!
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¡°Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal
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Daar ¡¯t winnen of daar ¡¯t sterven zal
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Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen
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De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen¡±
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Oh, land of the Flanders
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From field to shore
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Shall view us as victors
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Oh, land of the Flanders
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From field to shore
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Shall view us as victors
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Or view us no more!
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For victory was ours against all odds
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Truly a miracle in a world without gods
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Bloodstained flags
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Hear our men roar
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But under foreign rule
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Bloodstained flags
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Hear our men roar
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We shall suffer no more
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We shall suffer no more!
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(I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust teaches my
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ears. And the troubadour sings:)
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¡°Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal
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Daar ¡¯t winnen of daar ¡¯t sterven zal
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Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen
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De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen¡±
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En de leeuwen dansen¡¦
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On Golden Fields (De Leeuwen Dansen)
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Ancient Rites |