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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 of the Rus'
the in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No in this land
on guard
to fight and defend
Our ‘til the end
We attack
I received a wound
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes to my memory
Here 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 think of back home
I see the rushing by
runs 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
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place my weapons by my side
For the journey to 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 of the Rus'
the in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No in this land
on guard
to fight and defend
Our ‘til the end
We attack
I received a wound
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes to my memory
Here 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 think of back home
I see the rushing by
runs 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
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place my weapons by my side
For the journey to 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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