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 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 god`s we tear our world`s apart
And with this death I leave you one last thoughta
As lances draw upon the enemy
A sea of waving banners surround
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 proceeds to hold his sole ground
Let us strike a mighty blow for our lord and our goda
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