Lyrics

[Verse I]
Child of war, taught Roman ways
Tempered steel through captive days
But blood remembers what was torn
From forest deep where he was born

Returned in armor, eyes of flame
A brother cloaked in Caesar’s name
He drank their tongue, he bore their shield
But in his soul, the blade concealed

[Pre-Chorus]
Oaths are veils — the heart sees clear
A storm long silent now draws near…

[Chorus]
Raise the axe — Arminius leads!
Through roots and stone, his vengeance feeds
In the dark where legions die
The Empire bleeds beneath the sky
No banners rise, no horns remain
Only echoes in the rain
Three legions fall, consumed in flame
Remember, Rome — remember the name!

[Verse II]
The fog descends, the path is lost
They march unaware of what it cost
The trees close in, the ground turns red
They cry to gods already dead

Javelins fall like biting hail
Every cry a funeral wail
The forest breaks their iron will
And drinks until the world is still

[Bridge]
No shrine will hold their ash and bone
No song will reach the walls of Rome
For every wound they gave our land
They paid in blood, by rebel hand

[Chorus]
Raise the axe — Arminius cries!
Let no invader leave alive!
From the roots to mountain high
The land itself becomes their pyre!
Burn their maps, erase their path
The trees remember Roman wrath
But deeper still, the land keeps score —
And strikes with fury from the core!

[Verse III]
No marble tombs, no carved relief
Just torn apart by storm and grief
The jungle swallowed men and fame
And left behind no trace, no name

No general leads them home to boast
They haunt the wood, a cursed ghost
The triumph turned to choking mire
Their fate was sealed within the briar

[Verse IV]
And I — once brother to their way
Broke the chains and turned away
I raised the truth, the ancient mark
And led them blind into the dark

The land is mine — not by decree
But by the blood that flows in me
No crown, no coin, no Roman law
Can own the world I truly saw

[Final Chorus]
Raise the axe — let empire fall!
The forest claims them, one and all
Where roads end and roots begin
There lies the grave of foreign sin
They came with pride, they died in shame
No songs, no scrolls, no gilded name
Three legions lost — no gods, no flame
Can wash away the hunter’s claim!

[Outro]
The trees still whisper, the soil still weeps
For every secret the old world keeps
Steel may rust, and stone may crack
But the forest never gives them back…