In the shadowed Teutoburg, beneath the ancient boughs
Legions marched, in silence wrapped, beneath the solemn clouds
Arminius, the chieftain bold, with heart both fierce and wild
Called upon the ancient gods, the forest's sacred child
Iron clashed and thunder roared, a storm of steel and might
In the fading light
Varus lost, and three legions fell, beneath the Germanic sky
Their eagles drenched in blood, as mothers weep and cry
Hear the whisper of the leaves, the screams of yore
As freedom's song is sung, with the bloody lore
In the mist and mud, they fought for their land
With every fallen brother, a new warrior stands
Rise, warriors of the woodland, with axes clad in rust
Strike for your freedom, strike with righteous trust
Echoes of the clash, where Roman blood did flow
In the Teutoburg Forest, where they faced their shadowed foe
So remember the Teutoburg, the battle fought in shade
Where freedom was the victor, and tyrants were dismayed
Sing the song of Arminius, of bravery and might
In the heart of the forest, under the moon's pale light