We hold the rivers of the Eastern trail <br />Deep in the land of the Rus' <br />Following the wind in our sails <br />And the rhythm of the oars <br /><br />No shelter in this hostile land <br />Constantly on guard <br />Ready to fight and defend <br />Ours ships 'til the bitter end <br /><br />We came under attack <br />I received a deadly wound <br />A spear was forced into my back <br />Still I fought on <br /><br />When I am dead <br />Lay me in a mound <br />Raise a stone for all to see <br />Runes carved to my memory <br /><br />Now here I lie on the river bank <br />A long, long way from home <br />Life is pouring out of me <br />Soon I will be gone <br /><br />I tilt my head to the side <br />And think of those back home <br />I see the river rushing by <br />Like blood runs from my wound <br /><br />Here I lie on wet sand <br />I will not make it home <br />I clench my sword in my hand <br />Say farewell to those I love <br /><br />When I am dead <br />Lay me in a mound <br />Place my weapons by my side <br />For the journey to Hall up high <br /><br />When I am dead <br />Lay me in a mound <br />Raise a stone for all to see <br />Runes carved to my memory <br /><br />-> <a class="link" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.amonamarth.com/">www.amonamarth.com/</a>
