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 hearts

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 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 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!



ARIS

Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix)

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

“Molon lave” a final proud statement

(None of thee survived

but Thy Hellenic glory is everlasting)



Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix

Sad the day of your sacrifice

An example to your Celt tribe

Dying in solitude

(But Thy soul) forever in my heart



Remember the moment Jerusalem fell

The shrieks of the conquered, the conqueror’s yell

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

Van Antwerpen, Amsterdam to Den Briel

Helden der Calvanistische droom

Nachtmerrie der Spaanse/Roomse overheerser

Voor eeuwig Uw Bloed in onze aderen

Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix

Sad the day of your sacrifice



Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix)

Honoured be Thy deeds

Leading our tribes against the aggressor

Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won

Forever Thy Blood in my veins

Noble was your cause

Sad the day of your sacrifice

An example to our tribe