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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 of the Rus'
the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in hostile land
Constantly on guard
to fight and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We came under attack
I a wound
A was forced my back
I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
Here I lay on the river bank
A long, way home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I tilt my to the side
And of those back home
I see the river rushing by
Like runs my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I will not it home
I my sword in my hand
Say farewell to those I love
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place my weapons by my side
For the journey 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 of the Rus'
the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in hostile land
Constantly on guard
to fight and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end
We came under attack
I a wound
A was forced my back
I fought on
When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
Here I lay on the river bank
A long, way home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I tilt my to the side
And of those back home
I see the river rushing by
Like runs my wound
Here I lie on wet sand
I will not it home
I my sword in my hand
Say farewell to those I love
I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place my weapons by my side
For the journey 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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