Amon Amarth
Runes To My Memory
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 hostile land,Constantly on guard.Ready to fight and defendOur ship 'til the bitter end.
We came under attack,I received a deadly wound.A spear was forced into my backStill I fought on.
When I am dead,Lay me in a mound.Raise a stone for all to seeRunes carved to my memory
Now here I lay on the river bankA long, long way from homeLife is pouring out of meSoon I will be gone.
I tilt my head to the sideAnd think of those back homeI see the river rushing byLike blood 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 those I love.
When I am dead,Lay me in a mound.Place my weapons by my sideFor the journey to Hall up highWhen I am dead,Lay me in a mound.Raise a stone for all to seeRunes carved to my memory
We came under attack,I received a deadly wound.A spear was forced into my backStill I fought on.
When I am dead,Lay me in a mound.Raise a stone for all to seeRunes carved to my memory
Now here I lay on the river bankA long, long way from homeLife is pouring out of meSoon I will be gone.
I tilt my head to the sideAnd think of those back homeI see the river rushing byLike blood 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 those I love.
When I am dead,Lay me in a mound.Place my weapons by my sideFor the journey to Hall up highWhen I am dead,Lay me in a mound.Raise a stone for all to seeRunes carved to my memory
