rode the rivers of the eastern trail,
deep in the land of the roost
Following the wind in our sails
and the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in this hostile land,
Ready to fight and defend
our ship to the bitter en d
We gave one goal at a time
I received a deadly wound
A spear was forced into my back
Raise a stone for all to see
Here I lie, on the riverbank
A long, long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by,
I clench my sword, escape my pain
When I am dead, lay me in a mound
Place my weapons by my side
On the journey to the pine
When I am dead, lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see