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Runes To My Memory 
Medium
by Amon Amarth
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We rode the rivers of the Eastern trail
in the land of the Rus'
the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in this land
on guard
Ready to and defend
Our ship ‘til the end
We came under attack
I a deadly wound
A spear was forced my back
Still I on
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
carved to my memory
Here I lay on the river bank
A long, long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
I will be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And of home
I see the river by
Like from my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I will not make it home
I clinch my sword in my hand
Say farewell to those I love
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
my by my side
For the to Hall up high
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
To my memory
To my memory
in the land of the Rus'
the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in this land
on guard
Ready to and defend
Our ship ‘til the end
We came under attack
I a deadly wound
A spear was forced my back
Still I on
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
carved to my memory
Here I lay on the river bank
A long, long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
I will be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And of home
I see the river by
Like from my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I will not make it home
I clinch my sword in my hand
Say farewell to those I love
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
my by my side
For the to Hall up high
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
To my memory
To my memory
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