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Begin the procession!

Prisoners of war begin the forced march through the deadwoods

Shackled in binds, handled like dogs

Led into the barbarian fortress

And gutted like pigs

As thorough as that of an empty carcass

Hanging trophy barbarism

Varus! There are your legions!

Hanging in the tress with maggots

Where eyes once saw hope

Your legions, there they are Varus!

Trodden under foot into bog and marsh

Long live Teutoberg Wald