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