Blood Red Eagle - Rhine, The Saga of Hermann

We follow the trail of the river Rhine,
south to the legend we forge
The air was stale,
as cold as ice, our enemies
pushed up to the north
We will meet with the legions
of Rome on this day and we'll fight
for our pagan land-home
The sun rose hight for our teuton
-race upon this glorious morn.

So never let fear be shown,
our numbers were no match alone.
Let the blood rain down from the sky and we'll fight until we have died
Let the Valkyries weep for the chosen and the sacrifice they chose to make
In valour we claim our victory,
on the Rhine we claimed our stake.

We greet Rome against impossible odds,
our numbers were no match alone.
A mighty crack of our teuton rage,
we watch as the blood being to flow.
The deeds of Hermann and victory
All odds we broke with bare hands.
We swung the bodies from the trees on the Rhine,
As warning to aggressors:
Ger out of our land