In the forest of Teutoburg the lore began When a young boy was taken by a plague Smaller than a sword at the Romans side As mercenary forever the foes guide
Arminius was his name What we will never forget A fighter for freedom The hero of our land
In a cold autumn night A bold plan was born To deceive Varus, tormentor of Germania And avenge his own blood
In the cover of the night He gathered the clans With the forest as their shelter For the capture of homeland
We will banish them Without regarding death
Avenge our ancestor’s blood With the tenfold smash
Arminius we vaunt you Shelter of Germania we honor you With the sword in his hands the hero of our land Risen up high and ready to slay
In the year 9 A.D He wrote history Killing an eighth of the foes army Wrangling Varus’ ignominy