\"The battle is over. The fields are drenched in blood and gore. The mourning for the fallen brothers was still pre-sent, nevertheless the germanic tribes celebrated their victory. The following words in this song are just impressions of what they might have thought after the battle. After the bloodshed. After all this cruelty.\"
...Here we stand victorious At our fallen brothers’ graves, Headstones of the brave... ...The autumn leaves of our oaks Will gently cover their last homes In colors of demise...
...Farewell my brothers, rest in peace! Your names will live eternally... ...You died for freedom not in vain. Next to the gods you found your seats Of golden wood...
This silence, tangible. These fields of emerald green ahead. The home of thousands who had to bleed.
...Not only courage filled our hearts. Some eyes were full of fear. Considering the spear... ...How could we know we would prevail Against this superior roman force...
...So here we stand victorious At our fallen brothers’ graves. The autumn leaves of our oaks Will gently cover their last home... ...Farewell my brothers, rest in peace! Your names will live eternally! You died for freedom not in vain. Next to the gods you found your seats...
This silence, tangible. These fields of emerald green ahead Where blood of thousands once was shed.
...Imperious was the enemy, But we were strong and brave in will! Our hearts do pound for freedom still... ...Where are our marks in history? What do we contribute to see? Our footsteps left in the sand of time...
...And we were stronger than we thought. We allied with every tribe, cohesion in our minds... ...We knew their tactics, we knew their mind. He told us where their weakness lies...
...Cherusci, Chatti, Bructeri united. All together stood as one. A gathering of strength... ...Let the world hear our battle cry. A legacy in blood and tears...
...These fields of emerald green Covered with the dead...
...Imperious was the enemy, But we were strong and brave in will! Our hearts do pound for freedom still... ...Here are our marks in history! That’s what we contribute to see! Our footsteps left in the sand of time...
...Broken swords and axes, arrows and bows. Memories of bloodshed, massacres disposed. The sound of warcries still hangs in the air. Anthems for the fallen, anthems for the scared... ...Broken swords and axes, arrows and bows. Memories of bloodshed, massacres disposed. The sound of warcries still hangs in the air. Anthems for the fallen, anthems for the scared...
...Imperious enemy Strong and brave in will we are... ...Our marks in history Left in the sand of time...