9 A.D. Autumn

"The battle is over
The fields are drenched in blood and gore
The mourning for the fallen brothers was still pre-sent, nevertheless the germanic tribes celebrated their victory
The following words in this song are just impressions of what they might have thought after the battle
After the bloodshed
After all this cruelty."

Here we stand victorious
At our fallen brothers' graves
Headstones of the brave
The autumn leaves of our oaks
Will gently cover their last homes
In colors of demise

Farewell my brothers, rest in peace!
Your names will live eternally
You died for freedom not in vain
Next to the gods you found your seats
Of golden wood.

This silence, tangible
These fields of emerald green ahead
The home of thousands who had to bleed.

Not only courage filled our hearts
Some eyes were full of fear
Considering the spear
How could we know we would prevail
Against this superior roman force.

So here we stand victorious
At our fallen brothers' graves
The autumn leaves of our oaks
Will gently cover their last home
Farewell my brothers, rest in peace!
You died for freedom not in vain
Next to the gods you found your seats.

This silence, tangible
These fields of emerald green ahead
Where blood of thousands once was shed.

Imperious was the enemy
But we were strong and brave in will!
Our hearts do pound for freedom still
Where are our marks in history?
What do we contribute to see?
Our footsteps left in the sand of time.

And we were stronger than we thought
We allied with every tribe, cohesion in our minds
We knew their tactics, we knew their mind
He told us where their weakness lies.

Cherusci, Chatti, Bructeri united
All together stood as one
A gathering of strength
Let the world hear our battle cry
A legacy in blood and tears.

These fields of emerald green
Covered with the dead.

Imperious was the enemy
But we were strong and brave in will!
Our hearts do pound for freedom still
Here are our marks in history!
That's what we contribute to see!
Our footsteps left in the sand of time.

Broken swords and axes, arrows and bows
Memories of bloodshed, massacres disposed
The sound of warcries still hangs in the air
Anthems for the fallen, anthems for the scared
Broken swords and axes, arrows and bows
Memories of bloodshed, massacres disposed
The sound of warcries still hangs in the air
Anthems for the fallen, anthems for the scared.

Imperious enemy
Strong and brave in will we are
Our marks in history
Left in the sand of time.