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This gelid trench is our fort

The kind you cannot breach

A pack of wolves in the cold dead night

Until the siren screams

You cannot move us

For our skin made of ice

We are the guardians

That’s what we’re born for

Alpine warfare

We’re not afraid of the lead

For our bodies are rock and stone

We’ve naught but wait for the queen

To take you down

You cannot move us

For our skin made of ice

We are the guardians

That’s what we’re born for

Alpine warfare

Balza su dal nero fango   [Jump up from the black mud]

lava il sangue e il sudore   [wash away the blood and the sweat]

vendica la potenza del canto   [avenge the power of singing]

sull’odioso nemico clamore   [on the hateful enemy clamor]

Now that fear has taken hold

And death has marked the sky

will you stay your holy ground

Or will you flee the knife?

Now that horns are thundering

And clouds are raining fire

will you stay your holy ground

Or will you take your lives?

tra melma e sangue nelle trincee   [between sludge and blood in the trenches]

si alza un filo di aria polare   [a wisp of polar air rises]

con le lanterne del tempo di guerra   [with the lanterns of the wartime]

non arrancare ma avanza sempre   [don't trudge but always advance]

Now that fear has taken hold

And death has marked the sky

will you stay your holy ground

Or will you flee the knife?

Now that horns are thundering

And clouds are raining fire

will you stay your holy ground

Or will you take your lives?

You cannot move us

For our skin made of ice

We are the guardians

That’s what we’re born for

Alpine warfare