Durendal

Durendal - Argus

At Rencesvals they gathered the rear guard

Charged to protect the king

Twenty-thousand feeling no dread of death

A treachery revealed ambushed by the Pagan army

Four hundred thousand numbered 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 when 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

I will never go back never retreat rather that I meet death

I will never go back never retreat even unto my death