| Mazes of scrub and morass, trees and thicket
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| Nights so sombre and dark as a briquet
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| Days of horror, fear and obscure twillight
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| Storm and rain, and an overwhelming fright
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| Three legions, lost in the wild
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| Three legions — The glory of Rome was defiled
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| Thunder from above and screams on the ground
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| Thousands of soldiers, slaughtered and downed
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| Three legions, lost in the wild
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| Three legions — The glory of Rome was defiled
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| The emperor was shocked and cracked
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| «Varus, I want my legions back!»
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| Three legions, lost in the wild
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| Three legions — The glory of Rome was defiled
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| The battle raged on for three whole days, the legions disapeared in fog and haze
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| The ground was littered with corpses and blood, the romans were left to rot in
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| the mud
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| The mighty eagle fell into the fire, the beginning of the end of the roman
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| empire
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| The emperor was shocked and cracked — «Varus, I want my legions back!»
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| Three legions, lost in the wild
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| Three legions — The glory of Rome was defiled
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| «Varus, I want my legions back!» |