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"Without regarding Segestes' warning, Varus set out with Legiones XVII, XVIII and XIX for their winter camp at the river rhine. But they never arrived..."

And so the day had come
On which the demise commenced.
Moribund legionnaires
Prepared for the march.
Peace in front of their eyes,
Castrum Vetara waited for them.
Varus lead the legions
Without Segestes’ word in mind.

Varus:
“Fellow comrades!”

Legionnaire:
”Our fortune?”

Varus:
“It lies ahead!
We leave our castrum
For women, cosiness and wine!”

Legionnaire:
“Too long we’ve shivered!”

Varus:
“The winters here are merciless!
So build the trek and get your arms!
Out of that swamp...

Legionnaire:
“...We will march!”

So they trekked into perdition
Like cattle being lead to slaughter.
Is your power of avail
When a man of arrogance
Guides you to your grave?

They never arrived
Because they left their way.
A message of a riot
Let Varus lead them into the woods.
Into the Woods.
Arminius’ plan became real
And they marched into the trap.
Thousands of heathen warriors
Swung their sword when they were near.
When they were near.

Forests unknown.
Grass, trees and stones.
High on his horse
He lead the course.
Legions subsided
While cheruscian warriors did hide.

And a storm set in...

So they trekked into perdition
Like cattle being lead to slaughter.
Is your power of avail
When a man of arrogance
Guides you to your grave?

It started to rain.
Varus was still so vain.

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