Runes To My Memory

We hold 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 defend, our ship to bitter end

We came under attack
I received a deadly 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 carved to my memory!

Here I lie on the river bank
A long long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone
I tilt my head, to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by
The blood runs from my wound

Here I lie, on wet sand
I will not make it home
I clench 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 side
For the journey to hall 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