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Runes To My Memory 
Medium
by Amon Amarth
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We rode the of the Eastern trail
Deep in the land of the Rus'
the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in land
Constantly on guard
Ready to fight and defend
Our ‘til the bitter end
We came attack
I a deadly wound
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on
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 from home
Life is pouring out of me
I be gone
I tilt my to the side
And of those back home
I see the river by
from my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I will not it home
I my sword in my hand
Say farewell to those I love
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place 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 land of the Rus'
the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in land
Constantly on guard
Ready to fight and defend
Our ‘til the bitter end
We came attack
I a deadly wound
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on
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 from home
Life is pouring out of me
I be gone
I tilt my to the side
And of those back home
I see the river by
from my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I will not it home
I my sword in my hand
Say farewell to those I love
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place 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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