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