Cheruscan

Chill the air, although only September

Silent the woods as in deep slumber

Here in Germania, slain by Cheruscan hand

The glory of Rome has come to an end

Gaul on its knees, under Jupiters reign

This side of the Rhine, still Wodon's domain

For noble Arminius is Germanic again

Romes' mighty eagle received with disdain

Altars erected where three legions stood

None escaped oblivion, silent the Teutoburg wood

Scattered bodies all over, captured standards as a sign

Heads nailed to the trees, symbols of decline

Germania!

Midst the battle the governor fell

Fell by his very own hand

Romans took their last desperate stand

"Future emperor Tiberius, do not cross the Rhine

On this natural border Rome should draw its line"

Symbol of preservation, of Germania's freedom

Saved the untamed land of the Northern Heathen

Emperor Augustus by his loss driven to despair:

"Give me back my legions! Oh Varus, I do declare!"