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…