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Runes To My Memory
Medium
by Amon Amarth
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We rode the of the Eastern trail
in the land of the Rus'
the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in this hostile land
Constantly on guard
Ready to and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We attack
I received 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
to my memory
I lay on the bank
A long, long way home
Life is pouring out of me
I be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the rushing by
Like blood runs from my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I will not it home
I my sword in my hand
Say to I love
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place my by my side
For the journey 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 shelter in this hostile land
Constantly on guard
Ready to and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We attack
I received 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
to my memory
I lay on the bank
A long, long way home
Life is pouring out of me
I be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the rushing by
Like blood runs from my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I will not it home
I my sword in my hand
Say to I love
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place my by my side
For the journey 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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