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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 shelter in this hostile land
on guard
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We came attack
I received a deadly wound
A was forced into my back
I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
I lay on the river bank
A long, way from home
Life is pouring out of me
I will be gone
I tilt my to the side
And of those back home
I see the by
blood from 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
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place my by my side
For the journey to up high
When 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
in the land of the Rus'
the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in this hostile land
on guard
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We came attack
I received a deadly wound
A was forced into my back
I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
I lay on the river bank
A long, way from home
Life is pouring out of me
I will be gone
I tilt my to the side
And of those back home
I see the by
blood from 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
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place my by my side
For the journey to up high
When 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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