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Coat of Arms

The German blazon reads: In Silber eine grüne Spitze, darin 3 silberne Steine, vorne ein rotes Schwert, hinten eine rote Taube.

The municipality’s arms might in English heraldic language be described thus: Argent a pile transposed throughout vert charged with three stones of the field, one resting on the other two, dexter a sword palewise gules, the hilt to chief, and sinister a dove of the last.

The “pile transposed” (that is, the wedge-shaped charge) stands for the Steineberger Ley, the 560 m-high volcanic cone that defines the local scenery. On this mountain, the Celts built a defensive wall out of basalt stones and logs that served the local people as a refuge castle. The stones symbolize this place. They and the mountain are also the origin of the municipality’s name (Steine = stones; Berg = mountain).

The sword on the dexter (armsbearer’s right, viewer’s left) side is meant to stand for the so-called Schwedenschlacht (“Swede Battle”) in the Thirty Years' War, which was supposedly fought near the Steineberger Ley. In this battle, many peasants are said to have died by the sword. The dove on the sinister (armsbearer’s left, viewer’s right) side symbolizes Saint Francis of Assisi, the municipality’s patron saint, for it is one of his attributes.

The tincture vert (green) seen in the pile transposed stands for the village’s scenically charming surroundings. The tinctures gules and argent (red and silver) stand for Steineberg’s former allegiance to the Electorate of Trier as part of the Amt of Daun.

The arms have been borne since 15 January 1990.

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