Ancient Rites

Bravery displayed by each side
None seeked shelter, none did hide
Their faces directed towards foe
Causing wounds with every blow
Neither then or before
Was heard of such a man
The duke of Brabant brave in war
Chivalry still treasured then
Een standaard van goud en zwart
Schitterend in de namiddagzon
Men streed met leeuwenhart
Bij Woeringen waar de hertog won
A bannar of black and gold
Rising above the battlefield
For friend and foe to behold
At Woeringen their fate was sealed
"All of thee stay at my side,
Don't withdraw, cover my flanks
Frontal assaults I will fight
But kill me if I break our ranks"
Noch doen, noch eer en wert vernomen
Riddere en geen, noch oec gesien,
Soe condichlike ten wige wert tien,
Alse die hertoge, alse die hertoge