At cock’s crow
In Wallonia’s land of shadowed skies,
A glimmer of hope begins to rise.
A symbol of the heart’s unending might.
With eyes that squint and never flee,
I watch that light, wild and free,
And feel the fire that burns within,
A flame of courage, never to dim.
The darkness can’t contain the light,
With eyes that see, I’ll not sway.
I’ll stand my ground and face the bright,
With a heart that shines with a wild light.
For the light in Wallonia’s heart.