Van der Graaf Generator — Roncevaux

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