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Runes To My Memory 
Medium
by Amon Amarth
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We rode the rivers of the Eastern trail
Deep in the of the Rus'
Following the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in this hostile land
Constantly on guard
to fight and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We attack
I a deadly wound
A spear was forced into my back
I fought on
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a for all to see
carved to my memory
Here I lay on the river bank
A long, way from home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I my to the side
And of those back home
I see the river by
Like blood my wound
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
Place my weapons by my side
For the to Hall up high
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
To my memory
To my memory
Deep in the of the Rus'
Following the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in this hostile land
Constantly on guard
to fight and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We attack
I a deadly wound
A spear was forced into my back
I fought on
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a for all to see
carved to my memory
Here I lay on the river bank
A long, way from home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I my to the side
And of those back home
I see the river by
Like blood my wound
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
Place my weapons by my side
For the to Hall up high
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
To my memory
To my memory
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