We rode the rivers of the Eastern trail,
Deep in the land of [bad word] .
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
Our ship ‘til the bitter end.

We came under attack,
I received a deadly wound.
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 [bad word] carved to my memory

Now here I lay on the river bank
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 [bad word] by
Like [bad word] from my wound.

Here I lie on wet sand,
I will not make it home.
I clinch 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 [bad word] carved to my memory