Mother Europe Lyrics
Band | |
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Album | Fatherland(1998) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Viking Metal, Black Metal |
Labels | Mascot Records |
Ranked | #189 for 1998 , #8,397 all-time |
Album rating : 76 / 100
Votes : 5
Votes : 5
2. Mother Europe (4:39)
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!
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!
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Fatherland - Lyrics
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6. 13th Of October 1307 Lyrics | 7. Dying In A Moment Of Splendour Lyrics |
8. Rise And Fall (Anno Satana) Lyrics | 9. The Seducer Lyrics |
10. Cain Lyrics |
Fatherland - Album Credits
Members
- Gunther Theys : Vocals & Bass
- Erik Sprooten : Guitars
- Jan "Orkki" Yrlund : Guitars
- Walter Van Cortenberg : Drums
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