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Like all the years before |
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Roman legions cross our land |
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Like all the years before |
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They feed their soldiers off our hand |
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Varus, Varus |
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New governor of Germania |
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Sworn to force Roman law |
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Upon a people free so far |
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Oh, Varus, a friend of mine you are |
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Oh, Varus, but this has gone too far |
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I will not see my people live as slaves |
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I will not |
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Oh, Varus, you don't know who we are |
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Not in all those years before |
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Was the rule enforced with an iron fist |
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Never in those years before |
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Were we tread upon until the ground we kissed |
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Varus, Varus |
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Bitter enemies you've made of friends |
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Sworn to a full revenge |
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For humiliation suffered by your hand |
