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    Ours ships 'til the 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       Now 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    Like 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