Where Eagles Die

From the south three legions are marching
Their eagle standards raised in the air
Confidently striding towards their undoing
Of their grim fate they are yet unaware
The army of Varus ten thousands strong
Marching to subjugate tribes of free men
But we stand proud against Roman might
With blood and steel for our soil we fight
Our steel for our glory, our blood for the gods
Imperial Rome has crossed the Rhine river
Ever striving to expand its domain
So many lands already fell in its grasp
But the soil of our tribes they will not gain
In their eyes we are mrely barbarians
Savages living on the dge of the world
Yet our steel will make them run and hide
For the mighty gods are on our side
Our steel for our glory, our blood for the gods
In a forest of swords and spears the enemy shall die
For the glory of our gods we shout our battle cry
United now we stand against the Roman foe
With our gods on our side into blazing battle we go