Where Eagles Die - Countess

From the south three legions are marching

Their eagle standards raised in the air

Confidently striding towards their undoing

Of their grim fate they are yet unaware

The army of Varus ten thousands strong

Marching to subjugate tribes of free men

But we stand proud against Roman might

With blood and steel for our soil we fight

Our steel for our glory, our blood for the gods

Imperial Rome has crossed the Rhine river

Ever striving to expand its domain

So many lands already fell in its grasp

But the soil of our tribes they will not gain

In their eyes we are mrely barbarians

Savages living on the dge of the world

Yet our steel will make them run and hide

For the mighty gods are on our side

Our steel for our glory, our blood for the gods

In a forest of swords and spears the enemy shall die

For the glory of our gods we shout our battle cry

United now we stand against the Roman foe

With our gods on our side into blazing battle we go