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Runes To My Memory 
Medium
by Amon Amarth
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We rode the of the trail
Deep in the of the Rus'
Following 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 bitter end
We came under attack
I received a wound
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
carved to my memory
I lay on the river bank
A long, way home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the by
Like blood from my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I not make it home
I my in my hand
Say farewell to those I love
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
my weapons by my side
For the journey 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 land
on guard
Ready to and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We came under attack
I received a wound
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
carved to my memory
I lay on the river bank
A long, way home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the by
Like blood from my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I not make it home
I my in my hand
Say farewell to those I love
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
my weapons by my side
For the journey 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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