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Runes To My Memory 
Medium
by Amon Amarth
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We rode the rivers of the Eastern trail
Deep in the land of the Rus'
Following the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in this land
Constantly on guard
to fight and defend
Our ‘til the bitter end
We came under attack
I received a deadly wound
A spear was forced my back
I fought on
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
I lay on the river bank
A long, way from home
is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I my head to the side
And of home
I see the rushing by
Like runs from my wound
I lie on wet sand
I will not make it home
I 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 to Hall up high
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
a for all to see
carved to my memory
To my memory
To my memory
Deep in the land of the Rus'
Following the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in this land
Constantly on guard
to fight and defend
Our ‘til the bitter end
We came under attack
I received a deadly wound
A spear was forced my back
I fought on
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
I lay on the river bank
A long, way from home
is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I my head to the side
And of home
I see the rushing by
Like runs from my wound
I lie on wet sand
I will not make it home
I 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 to Hall up high
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
a for all to see
carved to my memory
To my memory
To my memory
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