Soleil Royal Lyrics

Soleil Royal lyrics

1692, the 29th of May
Sir "tourville", the admiral, his fleet is on its
way
He commands his ships to 'fight, they attack the British line
He must
be caught in senseless pride, to him his honour's prime
His mighty flagship
strong and brave, heading for the fight
It pets the British men to grave,
cruising through the tide
The veil of night obscures the sea, the tables
getting turned
Confusion rules, no chance to flee, his fleet is getting
burned
Cannons speak the fatal words, the language of death
Wipes away to
many men, takes away their breath
Heat and fire, burning pyre
Smoke and
flames, a raging hell
Death and blood, the fatal rub
Blows away "Soleil
Royal"
Their position's getting intricate, heading for
"Cherbourg"
Desperately they dare their fate, they feel too much
secured
Cannons fire round by round, the smell of acred smoke
Vibrating
full from top to ground, shacken by its poke
Cannons speak the fatal words,
the language of death
Wipes away to many men, takes away their
breath
Heat and fire, burning pyre
Smoke and flames, a raging
hell
Death and blood, the fatal rub
Blows away "Soleil Royal"
To cape
"Barfleur" they try to flee, the battle's raging hard
Balls of lead rushing
the sea, hit the hull windward
The English-man hard on their trace, follow
turn by turn
A heavy round, the coupe de grace, tearing up its
stern
[Solo]
The powder in the storage room, litten by a
spark
Bursting kegs, a giant boom, tear the deck apart
The blood spills
of the scupperholes, the sea is turning red
No time to pray, no bell to
toll, no burial for the dead
Cannons speak the fatal words, the language of
death
Wipes away to many men, takes away their breath
Heat and fire,
burning pyre
Smoke and flames, a raging hell
Death and blood, the fatal
rub
Blows away "Soleil Royal"
Heat and fire, burning pyre
Smoke and
flames, a raging hell
Death and blood, the fatal rub
Blows away "Soleil
Royal"