Arditi - 1914

Light up the night,

The purifying fire

Of hand grenades

Becomes your defiler

Estimate

Of the enemy’s intentions

By the way

We came for you in trenches

Bayonet in throat

Trench club stuck in your skull

Overage

Of bloodlust desires

On and on

Beat down the enemies

By the way

We came for you in trenches

Guards of war

When daylights gone, we light the fire

Guards of war

We took the death for you for hire

Guards of war

Bayonets as god, blood as religion

Guards of war

Vengeance in death,

No benediction