Gothic Knights Song Of Roland Lyrics

Song Of Roland Lyrics

Twenty thousand Frenchmen lying in the valley

Rear guard to king Charlamagne

The great one among them Roland was his name

Nephew of the Christian king

But sad is the story that falls on this day

For treason is at hand

As Ganelon plots conspiracy

A true evil man



War is at hand

Plotted by an evil man

One who paid tribute to King Charlamagne

Roland how sad

Crossed by his own man

Honor lies dead on the blood soaked land



The Spanish come to ambush

With soldiers left behind

Come in masses unfortold

One hundred thousand cross the line

Death falls upon the Frenchmen

A massacre of twenty thousand men

Blood stains the ground

And the entire land



Roland sounds the oliphant calling out the armies

That lie some time away

The great king hears the echo

So he sends his knights back to Spain



The vast and the powerful armies

That were made of gold and steel

Run back with honor in their hearts

To the mighty King Charlamagne



When he gets back to the valley

He knows it's all in vain 

For Roland lies on the ground

With a large wound in his head

The great king weeps in agony

For the death of his warrior

But now the wrath of vengeance

Will take its final toll



Munjoie is cried out as the army closes in

Out to spill the blood of the Spanish king

Munjoie is cried out as the army closes in

To avenge the death and pay homage to their king



Standing at the battlefield the King attacks Belignat

Ripping his heart and skin

The battle ends in glory as it was said in prophesy

The trial of the wicked is at hand 

The most sinful crime of the land

So death is the verdict's punishment

And Ganelon pays for his sins