29.01.2007, 15:16
Romans march across our sacred border,
Lord of Ravens, hear your wolfhounds calling:
We stand tall, stay fighters of the order
of the One-Eyed till the last man`s falling.
Earth and Sea and Sky shall reverberate
from the sound of urus horns bellowing
defiance. They are doomed, death is their fate,
cut them like ripe wheat, black blood swallowing.
Brambles, rivers, swamps and trees harassed,
- days and nights without respite or sleeping -
till there came a clearing where amassed
they were butchered. Far in Rome one weeping
Caesar cursed: Ad bestias, leones,
Varus! Varus!......... redde legiones.
Lord of Ravens, hear your wolfhounds calling:
We stand tall, stay fighters of the order
of the One-Eyed till the last man`s falling.
Earth and Sea and Sky shall reverberate
from the sound of urus horns bellowing
defiance. They are doomed, death is their fate,
cut them like ripe wheat, black blood swallowing.
Brambles, rivers, swamps and trees harassed,
- days and nights without respite or sleeping -
till there came a clearing where amassed
they were butchered. Far in Rome one weeping
Caesar cursed: Ad bestias, leones,
Varus! Varus!......... redde legiones.