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 to an end      Gaul on its knees, under Jupiters reign   This side of the Rhine, still Wodon's domain   For noble Arminius is Germanic again   Romes' mighty eagle received with disdain      Altars erected where three legions stood   None escaped oblivion, silent the Teutoburg wood   Scattered bodies all over, captured standards as a sign   Heads nailed to the trees, symbols of decline      Germania!      Midst the battle the governor fell   Fell by his very own hand   Romans took their last desperate stand      "Future emperor Tiberius, do not cross the Rhine   On this natural border Rome should draw its line"   Symbol of preservation, of Germania's freedom   Saved the untamed land of the Northern Heathen      Emperor Augustus by his loss driven to despair:   "Give me back my legions! Oh Varus, I do declare!"