As crusaders ravage the earth
Their swords and shields hang to their side
For the battle they'd forsaken
For the glory they'd fortaken

The king rides ahead of the group
Homeward bound he marches his troops
For fair land France lies in the balance
For foe man France, home of the gallant

The king holds grief in his eyes
For his nephew he's left behind
To ensure the background is stable
To ensure them against the attack

Song of Roland
Never knight be so worthy
Song of Roland
Never knight be so worthy

The king kneels to his nephew
Brave knight prince roland
He holds tears in his eyes
And pain in his heart
For our gods we'll tear worlds apart
And with this Death I leave you
One last thought
As lances fall upon the enemy
A sea of waving banners surround
As the Moors fall from the hillside
Like the rains in the forest

As the battle rolls on the men fall to ground
Their ears ache for the shrill of the horn
But Roland persists on holding his ground
"Let us strike a mighty blow for our Lord and our God!"

Song of Roland
Never knight be so worthy
Song of Roland
Never knight be so worthy
Song of Roland
Never knight be so worthy
Song of Roland
Never knight be so worthy