As Crusaders 
Ravage The 
EarthAt Night 
Their Swords 
And Shields 
Hang To Their 
SideFor The 
Battle They 
Had Forsaken
For The Glory 
They Had Fortaken
The King Rides 
Ahead Of The 
GroupHomeward 
Bound He Marches 
His Troops
For Fair Land 
France Lies 
In The Balance
For Foe Man 
France Home 
Of The Gallant
Song Of Roland
Never Knight 
Be So Worthy
Song Of Roland
Never Knight 
Be So Worthy
The King Holds 
Grief In His 
EyesFor His 
Nephew He's 
Left Behind
To Ensure 
The Background 
Is StableTo 
Ensure Them 
Against Attack
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 
YouOne Last 
ThoughtNever 
Knight Be 
So WorthyTill 
France Be 
No More'As 
Lances Draw 
Upon The Enemy
A Sea Of Waving 
Banners Surround,
The Moors 
Fall From 
The Hillside
Like The Rain 
In The Dark 
ForestAs The 
Battle Rolls 
OnThe 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