We hold the rivers of the eastern trail Deep in the land of the Rus Following the wind in our sails And the rythm 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 come 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 come to my memory! To my memory