Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In the heart of Flanders, where the cobbled streets wind,
Lies a city of learning, where the echoes of time are pinned.
Leuven's spires rise, against the darkening sky,
But the flames of war bring a tear to every eye.
(Chorus)
Flames of Leuven, burning in the night,
Where the innocent suffer, and darkness takes flight.
Through the ashes and the sorrow, we mourn for what's lost,
In the shadows of destruction, at what great cost?
(Verse 2)
Through the streets of Leuven, where the books once stood tall,
Now lie the remnants of knowledge, consumed by war's thrall.
The halls of learning, now echo with despair,
As the flames devour, leaving nothing but air.
(Chorus)
Flames of Leuven, burning in the night,
Where the innocent suffer, and darkness takes flight.
Through the ashes and the sorrow, we mourn for what's lost,
In the shadows of destruction, at what great cost?
(Verse 3)
In the ruins of Leuven, where the spirits still roam,
Whispers of the past haunt every stone.
Ghosts of scholars and poets, lost in the fray,
Their stories untold, but remembered today.
(Bridge)
Their voices echo in the silence, a chorus of the lost,
As we bear witness to the price of war's cost.
In the ashes of the city, where dreams once thrived,
We mourn for what's been taken, and the innocence deprived.
(Chorus)
Flames of Leuven, burning in the night,
Where the innocent suffer, and darkness takes flight.
Through the ashes and the sorrow, we mourn for what's lost,
In the shadows of destruction, at what great cost?
(Chorus)
Flames of Leuven, burning in the night,
Where the innocent suffer, and darkness takes flight.
Through the ashes and the sorrow, we mourn for what's lost,
In the shadows of destruction, at what great cost?
(Outro)
In the quiet of remembrance, we bow our heads low,
For the lives lost in Leuven, where the flames did grow.
May their memory endure, in the annals of time,
In the flames of Leuven, their legacy will shine.
