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 oarsNo shelter in this hostile land
Constantly on guard
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship 'til the bitter endWe came under attack
I received a deadly wound
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought onWhen I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memoryNow, here I lie on the river bank
A long, long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be goneI tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by
Like blood runs from my woundHere I lie on wet sand
I will not make it home
I clench my sword in my hand
Say farewell to those I loveWhen I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place my weapons by my side
For the journey to the hall up highWhen I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
Songwriters
FREDRICK ANDERSSON, TED LUNDSTROM, JOHAN OLOF SODERBERG, JOHAN HANS HEGG, OLAVI PETTERI MIKKONENPublished by
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