Durendal Songtext
von Argus

At Rancival they gathered
The rearguard charged to protect the king
Twenty thousand, feeling no dread of death
A treachery revealed
Ambushed by the pagan army
Four hundred thousand number the Saracen horde

Honor-bound they stand forth
Sword held high, Roland spurs them to war
Die in glory or join cowards in hell
And though their death is sealed
Roland sounds his mighty call
The king will avenge what the pagans have wrought


Oh, hear my cry
With Durendal I fight
And when I die
With Durendal I′ll lie

Oh, hear my cry
With Durendal I fight
And as I die
With Durendal I'll lie

I will never go back, never retreat
Rather that I meet death
I will never go back, never retreat
Even unto my death, oh
I will never go back, never retreat
Rather that I meet death
I will never go back, never retreat
Even unto my death, oh
Oh