歌曲 | Roncevaux |
歌手 | Van Der Graaf Generator |
专辑 | Time Vaults |
下载 | 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. |