West Wall - Furore Teutonicus lyrics

The winds of pestilence blow your way A feast for crows, in thousands they would lay Nailed to trees, left to rot Once food for the gods, served fresh and hot Into the dark forest went Varus and his legion The barbarians lie in wait for hunting season The mighty legion, to conquer they were bred Now they march into the unknown The forest of the dead In the forest of darkness they await To rain arrows, spears, to pierce armor plate Well hidden in the shadows, the shadows of scorn Blades sharp, arrows quilled, faces painted for war Down they charged raining arrow and spear Trapping the legion like wounded deer Trails of blood covered the k**ing fields Penetrated armor, and broken shields The gods will feast tonight The slaughter complete, a legion no more A pagan sacrifice to the gods of war Altars bloodstained, a sea of crimson red After a days calling, a legion lies dead