Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

Oh remember the proud civilisation
The cradle of where it all began
Or the Portuguese and Armada
Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my
Representing medieval Flemish
Teutonic, French and English knights
Thy armour now long vanished
Thy glory, however, forever
be the Scandinavian hordes
Once the of the Christian world

I of not of mercy
I talk not of
The warriors of a Willing Doom

of Italia
In times "Roma Caput Mundi"
De Verenigde Nederlanden, van het noorden
Belgium and The stood as one

Mother Europe born your womb
Mother Europe on Your shall be my tomb

I of not of mercy
I talk not of
The hopeless of a Willing Doom
Oh what that spirit shall resume
Leap from Europe's bank and call from the tomb

(Hail to the sons of eastern
the Slavonian never fades)
are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne
Where the Celtic dream lives on

be my tomb!