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...