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