Song Of Roland

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