Song Of Roland Sözleri

As Crusaders Ravage The Earth

At Night Their Swords And Shields Hang To Their Side

For The Battle They Had Forsaken

For The Glory They Had 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

Song Of Roland

Never Knight Be So Worthy

Song Of Roland

Never Knight Be So Worthy

The King Holds Grief In His Eyes

For His Nephew He's Left Behind

To Ensure The Background Is Stable

To 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 You

One Last Thought

Never Knight Be So Worthy

Till 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 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