Amon Amarth

We floated down the river far to the east,
In the heart of the land of Russia.
We kept the wind in their sails
And the beat feathered.
There will be no salvation in the enemy's land,
Only courage in our hearts.
We are ready to attack and defend
Our ship - to the death.
And now - we are under attack.
Spear thrust into his back,
My wound is mortal,
But I did not leave the system.
When I die,
Bury me in a barrow.
Put the stone in order to see everything -
In runes memory of me.
So I'm lying on the river bank.
How far it is my home!
Life is leaving me,