Lyrics:
with the enemy Herrmann the cheruscan is back to his folk And to his throne of woods To free the simple men From the oppression of the Roman Empire
Chill the air, although only September Silent the woods as in deep slumber Here in Germania, slain by Cheruscan hand The glory of Rome has come
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