Caught between fearful forest and stinking bog,
Men of empire, gleaming their swords,
Their lives were ended
Where do they lie? Grim faced Varus, Ermanric?
Bloody heathens in forest realms,
Unafraid of the spear hedge
Flickering torchlight led them: three legions to their doom.
[Germanicus found them] A bone yard in the forest.
Mouths sewn closed
Crept through the shadow haunted,
Realm of barbarian,
Thunor smote the heavens above
Stealthy heathen warriors, flitting through the dark
Like great wolf and fierce boar
They knew fear then - in the forest,
In the shapeless dark they died
Iron bound sons of the Emperor
["Quinctili Vare, legiones rede"]
From the South they came - never to return.
Empty their homesteads,
Husbandless their land
Where do they lie? Proud Varus and his kin who fell,
Beneath the bright swords of fierce heathen men,
Defending their land
[I remember them]
I am the returning Spirit of your ancestors,
I am the Hunter whose call echoes through the hills,
I am the Ghost of the whispering forest,
I am the Raven on the wing,
I am the Wolf, shadowy coated predator
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