clubsong

Lyrics

When L.S.K. goes to war, Players and supporters all overcooked, Striving for a goal by side side, To the glory of the mighty football scissors, And telkenmaal our colors triumphs Because yellow and black is close aan't heart, As champions, we will never fail, In't danger even though the battle is sometimes hard, Sounds anywhere soon, The song of L.S.K, Black Yellow those are our colors, Lierse so is our name, Nobody will besmirch our flag, Because our reputation is too big, All those soccer fields, Where there is a conflict existed, Have the Sport Krings great heroes, Assert themselves by their fame, And come see about that when we play, We are not big but we wonder fine, As a champion of the first division teams, Everybody wants to be back at the Lierse, Behold these football heroes, Gene courage lost, Always calm down the line, So we play, our party, And came through the middle, The hinter Sjot the ball forward, It's for our center, Which makes goaltjes, Which makes goaltjes, Which makes goaltjes, And we're back champion, And there's nothing we can do, Sportkring, Sportkring, Sportkring, And we're back champion, And there's nothing we can do, Sportkring, Sportkring, Sportkring ..