Rustics to Remain -

Soldiers of the stonefolk through narrow paths wind

Celebrated warriors, the grand emperor’s pride

The old woodland watches with cold forbidding eyes

Terror is unleashed as the forest comes alive

Painted with blood, a line in the sand

Mangled and broken by bold Hermann’s hand

In the land of Germania they faltered and fell

Wasted by fate, legiones redde!

Spear-ravaged remnants break onto the plain

A last desperate surge but all is in vain

The last stragglers flee in humbling defeat

All overwhelmed, the slaughter is complete

Painted with blood, a line in the sand

Mangled and broken by bold Hermann’s hand

In the land of Germania they faltered and fell

Wasted by fate, legiones redde!

Ire, cold foreign rule inflames

Lust for rebellion gains

Tribes band together

Glory and freedom seized

Overlords brought to their knees

Fame everlasting

Painted with blood, a line in the sand

Mangled and broken by bold Hermann’s hand

In the land of Germania they faltered and fell

Wasted by fate, legiones redde!