Roncevaux Lyrics
| Song | Roncevaux |
| Artist | Van Der Graaf Generator |
| Album | Time Vaults |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Fight within a war within a song: | |
| Roland dies, but memory lingers on... | |
| Soldier, approaching the Gates of Spain, | |
| treachery waits for you and the baggage train; | |
| a rearguard stand, your final war, | |
| it's what you've been living for. | |
| Soldier, as you sit astride Viellantif | |
| Durendal abides inside your sheath; | |
| soon you shall grace the day. | |
| Turpin and Oliver ride by your side, | |
| bishop and king's pawn about to slide; | |
| do you feel fit to slay? | |
| Carlon is riding far ahead | |
| and cannot hear your voice if you call; | |
| Ganelon, the traitor, in his tent | |
| cannot wait to hear the word of your fall... | |
| soon both shall laugh, in different ways. | |
| Soldier, approaching the Gates of Spain, | |
| the Paynim are sharpening up their blades. | |
| Glory! Your moment is here! | |
| Can you see Marsilion yet? | |
| Is that a vulture wheeling overhead? | |
| Twenty thousand Frenchmen, the flower of honour; | |
| stepfather's henchmen wait to fall on you – | |
| look around, the silent sound of death. | |
| Saracen plots and Frenchman aids his plans: | |
| ambuscade springs eternal life to man. | |
| Soldier, now white rises from the cliffs of Roncevaux – | |
| battle! Maybe you should heed the words of Oliver: | |
| it's time to blow your horn. | |
| Carlon twists and sc reams out in his sleep, | |
| Ganelon walks the night with knuckles raw; | |
| soon both shall die, in different ways. | |
| And you can see Marsilion now, | |
| Baligant wields Maltet in his hand; | |
| now's the time to hold to virtuous vows, | |
| now's the time to fight and die alone in foreign lands. | |
| Twenty thousand fall to sixty, there is no hope; | |
| Oliover can well say "I told you so" now... | |
| Blow the horn and sound the call for help! | |
| Too late, too late and Oliver falls, | |
| now only Turpin and thee, back to back; | |
| though Charelmagne wheels round tyo answer the call | |
| when he arrives he'll find your body hacked. | |
| Only revenge is left, Marsilion shall die, | |
| only revenge is left, the traitor's eye is beamed... | |
| Roland, the song is ended, | |
| Roland, the song is ended, | |
| Roland, the Song has only just begun. |
| Fight within a war within a song: | |
| Roland dies, but memory lingers on... | |
| Soldier, approaching the Gates of Spain, | |
| treachery waits for you and the baggage train | |
| a rearguard stand, your final war, | |
| it' s what you' ve been living for. | |
| Soldier, as you sit astride Viellantif | |
| Durendal abides inside your sheath | |
| soon you shall grace the day. | |
| Turpin and Oliver ride by your side, | |
| bishop and king' s pawn about to slide | |
| do you feel fit to slay? | |
| Carlon is riding far ahead | |
| and cannot hear your voice if you call | |
| Ganelon, the traitor, in his tent | |
| cannot wait to hear the word of your fall... | |
| soon both shall laugh, in different ways. | |
| Soldier, approaching the Gates of Spain, | |
| the Paynim are sharpening up their blades. | |
| Glory! Your moment is here! | |
| Can you see Marsilion yet? | |
| Is that a vulture wheeling overhead? | |
| Twenty thousand Frenchmen, the flower of honour | |
| stepfather' s henchmen wait to fall on you | |
| look around, the silent sound of death. | |
| Saracen plots and Frenchman aids his plans: | |
| ambuscade springs eternal life to man. | |
| Soldier, now white rises from the cliffs of Roncevaux | |
| battle! Maybe you should heed the words of Oliver: | |
| it' s time to blow your horn. | |
| Carlon twists and sc reams out in his sleep, | |
| Ganelon walks the night with knuckles raw | |
| soon both shall die, in different ways. | |
| And you can see Marsilion now, | |
| Baligant wields Maltet in his hand | |
| now' s the time to hold to virtuous vows, | |
| now' s the time to fight and die alone in foreign lands. | |
| Twenty thousand fall to sixty, there is no hope | |
| Oliover can well say " I told you so" now... | |
| Blow the horn and sound the call for help! | |
| Too late, too late and Oliver falls, | |
| now only Turpin and thee, back to back | |
| though Charelmagne wheels round tyo answer the call | |
| when he arrives he' ll find your body hacked. | |
| Only revenge is left, Marsilion shall die, | |
| only revenge is left, the traitor' s eye is beamed... | |
| Roland, the song is ended, | |
| Roland, the song is ended, | |
| Roland, the Song has only just begun. |
| Fight within a war within a song: | |
| Roland dies, but memory lingers on... | |
| Soldier, approaching the Gates of Spain, | |
| treachery waits for you and the baggage train | |
| a rearguard stand, your final war, | |
| it' s what you' ve been living for. | |
| Soldier, as you sit astride Viellantif | |
| Durendal abides inside your sheath | |
| soon you shall grace the day. | |
| Turpin and Oliver ride by your side, | |
| bishop and king' s pawn about to slide | |
| do you feel fit to slay? | |
| Carlon is riding far ahead | |
| and cannot hear your voice if you call | |
| Ganelon, the traitor, in his tent | |
| cannot wait to hear the word of your fall... | |
| soon both shall laugh, in different ways. | |
| Soldier, approaching the Gates of Spain, | |
| the Paynim are sharpening up their blades. | |
| Glory! Your moment is here! | |
| Can you see Marsilion yet? | |
| Is that a vulture wheeling overhead? | |
| Twenty thousand Frenchmen, the flower of honour | |
| stepfather' s henchmen wait to fall on you | |
| look around, the silent sound of death. | |
| Saracen plots and Frenchman aids his plans: | |
| ambuscade springs eternal life to man. | |
| Soldier, now white rises from the cliffs of Roncevaux | |
| battle! Maybe you should heed the words of Oliver: | |
| it' s time to blow your horn. | |
| Carlon twists and sc reams out in his sleep, | |
| Ganelon walks the night with knuckles raw | |
| soon both shall die, in different ways. | |
| And you can see Marsilion now, | |
| Baligant wields Maltet in his hand | |
| now' s the time to hold to virtuous vows, | |
| now' s the time to fight and die alone in foreign lands. | |
| Twenty thousand fall to sixty, there is no hope | |
| Oliover can well say " I told you so" now... | |
| Blow the horn and sound the call for help! | |
| Too late, too late and Oliver falls, | |
| now only Turpin and thee, back to back | |
| though Charelmagne wheels round tyo answer the call | |
| when he arrives he' ll find your body hacked. | |
| Only revenge is left, Marsilion shall die, | |
| only revenge is left, the traitor' s eye is beamed... | |
| Roland, the song is ended, | |
| Roland, the song is ended, | |
| Roland, the Song has only just begun. |
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