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