This song tells of a man who rides out into the ruins with joy and courage and in his hand a sword made of cold steel, a sword made of cold steel. So he rides deep into the enemy land with a proud army, his horn sounds like an elephant at the pass of Ronkevall, at the pass of Ronkevall. Oh, oh, oh, look at Roland, oh, oh, oh, that's Roland's song. Oh, oh, oh, look at Roland, oh, oh, oh, that's Roland's song. So he fights at Ronkevall for two, if not three days, you hardly saw a ray of sun in the darkness of sweat and blood, in the darkness of sweat and blood. But Roland blows his mighty horn to the proud defeat, the earth trembles with wild anger and his courage of death, and his courage of death. Oh, oh, oh, look at Roland, oh, oh, oh, that's Roland's song. Ja, so geschah, was jeder weiß, und Roland lag im Sterben. Tief im Land der Basken weit, da traf ihn kalter Stahl. Dachte er an einem Meid in seiner letzten Stunde auf Erden, am Ende seiner Lebenszeit am Pass von Rockerwall. Oh, oh, oh, look at Roland, oh, oh, oh, that's Roland's song. Oh, oh, oh, look at Roland, oh, oh, oh, that's Roland's song. Oh, oh, oh, look at Roland, oh, oh, oh, that's Roland's song. Oh, oh, oh, look at Roland, oh, oh, oh, that's Roland's song.