Chill the air, although only september
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Silent the woods as in deep slumber
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Here in Germania, slain by Cheruscan hand
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The glory of Rome has come to an end
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Gaul on its knees, under Jupiters reign
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This side of the Rhine, still Wodon's domain
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For noble Arminius is Germanic again
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Romes' mighty eagle received with disdain
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Altars erected where three legions stood
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None escaped oblivion, silent the Teutoburg wood
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Scattered bodies all over, captured standards as a sign
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Heads nailed to the trees, symbols of decline
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Germania!
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Midst the battle the governor fell
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Fell by his very own hand
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Romans took their last desperate stand
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"Future emperor Tiberius, do not cross the Rhine
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On this natural border Rome should draw its line"
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Symbol of preservation, of Germania's freedom
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Saved the untamed land of the Northern Heathen
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Emperor Augustus by his loss driven to despair:
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"Give me back my legions! Oh Varus, I do declare!"
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Cheruscan
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Ancient Rites |