"Surrounded by undergrowth and trees legionnaires marched on and on through mud so deep. Led by Varus right into Arminius' trap. And so the battle began..."
Rain soaked soldiers tried to advance In forests unknown and treacherous. No arrays of the troops anymore. A violent rain separated them.
In the highest state of confusion The attack found its way. Barbarians from everywhere Surrounded the legions.
First the arrows Then the swords Hit the legions. A sudden assault. As fast they attacked As fast they were gone. Like ghosts in the night. Ghosts in the night.
At last they found a place to rest From where they reached Open country the next day In a way better order.
They plunged into the woods again To defend themselves. Varus sent the cavalry to run them down, But the trees thwart their horses.
On the fourth day a storm set in. Preventing the romans from marching on. Depriving them to use their weapons. The demise was near.
Arminius and his men were lightly armed. They suffered less from the storm. The roman forces had greatly increased. Their ranks were thinned. Four days, three nights the battle took. Four days, three nights legions resisted.
In the end Varus saw no resort. He stabbed himself with his sword.
Three legions annihilated. The soil soaked their blood. 20.000 legionnaires Buried forever here On foreign ground.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
