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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 in this hostile land
Constantly on guard
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship the bitter end
We under attack
I received a deadly 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
Runes carved to my memory
Here I lay on the river bank
A long, way home
is out of me
I will be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by
blood my wound
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 to Hall up high
When 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 in this hostile land
Constantly on guard
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship the bitter end
We under attack
I received a deadly 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
Runes carved to my memory
Here I lay on the river bank
A long, way home
is out of me
I will be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by
blood my wound
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 to Hall up high
When 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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