In the Year of the Consulship of Sabinus and Camerinus
Reports of a rebellion reached the roman general publius quintilius varus
On his way to his winter camp
Deciding to quell this uprising as quickly as possible
He took a detour through unknown territory
Deep into the heart of the Teutoburger Wald.
Day after day the marching went on
Farther into unknown
Denser and denser the canopy above
Blocking the sun that we love.
Deeper and deeper into the wood
We traveled as fast as we could
Thinner and thinner our procession stretched out
And no one were sent out to scout.
Like a river of light we ran through the night
One by one we could all feel the doubt
Will the torch in my hand burn till the end
One by one they were all snuffed out.
As the rain began to fall, we could all hear the call
We have a rebellion to stall.
Once and for all.
Darker and darker the thoughts in our minds
Fearing for what we may find
Harder and harder to march in the mud
Amongst enemies seeking our blood.
Farther and farther away from our home
From the empire known as rome
Thinner and thinner our hope to survive
We will all probably die.
Like a river of light we ran through the night
One by one we could all feel the doubt
Will the sword in my hand save me in the end
One by one they were all snuffed out.
As the spears began to fall, we could all hear the call
Above it all we, will route you all
Once and for all.
Arminius have betrayed us.
When the spears finally ceased to fall I found myself alone in clearing
Surrounded by comrades sprawling on the ground covered in blood
It was a strange silence then profound and foreboding of the horrors to come
And a feeling and the fearing that I was all alone.
A feeling of being observed by someone in the corner of my eye
But when I turn there is noone there.
We've been betrayed
Waylaid, outplayed
Surrounded our chance to evade now fade
But It will not dissuade me from drawing my blade.
I try to conceal the fear I feel
As destiny reveal that my fate is sealed
But I will not kneel and appeal
I have a burning zeal to raise my steel
Romans we are under attack
Romans we have walked into a trap
Romans there is no turning back.
So is this how it finaly ends
Faraway in a enemy land
So few of us remain here still
At the foot of Kalkriese hill
We make our final stand.
For the hope of a new day
Never yield and never die
For the glory of rome
We'll be fighting til the end.
But at this point it was too late
They would not live to see another day
The officers began to fall on their swords
In fear of being captured alive
This was to be the end for the three legions
Brought to Germania by quintilius varus
Their eagles were lost
Never to be risen again
Or to soar the skies.
We will sacrifice ourselfs for the glory of rome
Our memory lives on by the bards and their songs
We will sacrifice ourselfs for the glory of rome
Our memory lives on by the bards and their songs.
Into the fray my brothers, fight till the end
Never will I drop my sword and runaway in fear.
We'll stand our ground and never yield
We are legioners and we stand strong and proud.
For the empire we gave up our lifes
The glory of rome has led us to our doom.
Upon hearing of the defeat
The Emperor Augustus was so shaken by the news
That he stood butting his head against the walls of his palace
Repeatedly shouting.
Quinctilius Varus, give me back my legions
Quinctilius Varus, give me back my legions
Quinctilius Varus, give me back my legions.
Comrades I see you in hades when I die....
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