Cheruscan Lyrics - Ancient Rites

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!"