On the bare rocks, on the perennial glaciers, on every cliff of the Alps that Providence gave us as a cradle and created as a safe bulwark for our lands, in every corner of the earth or on the seas, everywhere, our soul – purified by dangerously accomplished duty – is turned to Thee, O Lord, that Thou may protect our mothers, our spouses and our far-away children, and help us to be worthy of the glories of our ancestors.
Almighty God who regulates all the elements, save us – armed with love and faith – from every spiritual evil; save us from the destructive frost, from the furious storms and from the cataclysmic avalanches;
make sure that our feet pass safely on the vertiginous ridges, on the straight walls, on the treacherous crevasses;
make our weapons infallible against anyone who dares offend our Fatherland, our millennia-old Christian civilization and our glorious flag.
Protect, O Lord, the beloved Sovereign, our Duce, and always grant Roman arms – guided by Augustan wisdom – the just reward of Victory.
