Rolandskvadet [English translation]

"Six of my swains will stay home

To guard the precious gold;

The other six will go to the heathen lands

With their cold iron.

They rode out of the Frankish lands

With dear lady in the saddle

Blow your horn, Olivant,

At the Roncevaux Pass.

They fought at Roncevaux Pass

For two to three days;

And the sun could not shine clear

Through the stench of men's blood.

They rode out of Frankish lands...

Roland placed the horn to his bloodied mouth

And blew with all his might.

The earth shook and mountains resounded

For three days and nights.

They rode out of Frankish lands...