On this hill where the battle roars, a broken horn my call ignored
My sword, my durendal gleams in the light. No fear of death, I'll stand and fight
The heathen tide may crash and swell, but my heart burns a fiery well
For king and country, I give my breath. Gladly I ride to meet my death
Steel in my grip, I'll never yield. I guard my soul, my honor sealed
You've got the heart of Roland, unbroken and true. The love of Charlemagne, burning in you
Hold fast to whats sacred, let the flames ignite. Some things are worth the final fight
With sword in hand, or dreams in your soul, protect the fire, let it make you whole
The sun dips low, the air grows still. Blood paints the grass beneath this hill
My strength may fade, my vision blur, but my faith in this cause will not deter
Strike the stone, keep durendal safe. No unworthy hands will touch its grace
My life a shield, my love a blade. In this last stand, a hero's made
Steel in my grip, I'll never yield. I guard my soul, my honor sealed
You've got the heart of Roland, unbroken and true. The love of Charlemagne, burning in you
Hold fast to whats sacred, let the flames ignite. Some things are worth the final fight
With sword in hand, or dreams in your soul, protect the fire, let it make you whole
What is it you love that you'll defend? A banner, a vow, or a faithful friend
The heart of Roland beats in you now, with courage to rise, to never bow
Love like Charlemagne, strong and vast. For what you cherish, fight to the last