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Runes To My Memory 
Medium
by Amon Amarth
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We the rivers 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
to and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We came under attack
I received a deadly wound
A spear was forced my back
Still I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
to my memory
Here I lay on the river bank
A long, long way from home
is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And think of home
I see the river rushing by
Like blood from my wound
I lie on wet sand
I 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
my weapons 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
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
to and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We came under attack
I received a deadly wound
A spear was forced my back
Still I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
to my memory
Here I lay on the river bank
A long, long way from home
is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And think of home
I see the river rushing by
Like blood from my wound
I lie on wet sand
I 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
my weapons 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
carved to my memory
To my memory
To my memory
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