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Runes To My Memory 
Medium
by Amon Amarth
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We rode the rivers of the trail
in the land of the Rus'
Following the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No in this hostile land
Constantly on guard
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We came under attack
I a wound
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
Here I lay on the bank
A long, way home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And of those back home
I see the river rushing by
blood from my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I not make it home
I clinch my sword in my hand
Say to those I love
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
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 land of the Rus'
Following the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No in this hostile land
Constantly on guard
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We came under attack
I a wound
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
Here I lay on the bank
A long, way home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I tilt my head to the side
And of those back home
I see the river rushing by
blood from my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I not make it home
I clinch my sword in my hand
Say to those I love
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
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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