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Thunderstorm
Thor is on our side
Crush the enemies with mighty roar
Blowing horns
Our charge begins
We come upon them with fierce anger

It is the will of the gods
Now roman blood shall flow

In forrest-crowned we hold our ground
We standing strong, an adamant bond
Storm reigns with fear, their death is near
The Roman eagle is lost

Covered in blood
They fight through the mud
Without a chance to get away with life
Skin these dogs
Nail them to the oaks
To Odins glory, as a sacrifice

It is the will of the gods
Now roman blood shall flow

In forest-crowned we hold our ground
We standing strong, an adamant bond
Storm reigns with fear, their death is near
The Roman eagle is lost
In forrest-crowned we hold our ground
We standing strong, an adamant bond
Storm reigns with fear, their death is near
Furor Teutonicus

And in Rome
The emperor groans on his throne
„Quintili Vare, Legiones redde“
Far away in Rome
the head of Varus is brought to the throne
„Quintili Vare, Legiones redde“
Far away in Rome
The emperor groans on his throne
„Quintili Vare Legiones redde“
Far away in Rome……
„Quintili Vare, Legiones redde“

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