In the forest of Teutoburg the lore began
When a young boy was taken by a plague
Smaller than a sword at the Romans side
As mercenary forever the foes guide
Arminius was his name
What we will never forget
A fighter for freedom
The hero of our land
In a cold autumn night
A bold plan was born
To deceive Varus, tormentor of Germania
And avenge his own blood
In the cover of the night
He gathered the clans
With the forest as their shelter
For the capture of homeland
We will banish them
Without regarding death
Avenge our ancestor’s blood
With the tenfold smash
Arminius we vaunt you
Shelter of Germania we honor you
With the sword in his hands the hero of our land
Risen up high and ready to slay
In the year 9 A.D
He wrote history
Killing an eighth of the foes army
Wrangling Varus’ ignominy
