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!