O Furies, come to us

Armed with your torches and your serpents,
from your dark foul realm,
ye companions of cruel frenzy,
O Furies, come to us.

With your whips, with death and slaughter,
lead us and teach
our enraged breasts
to avenge the death of so great a general.

Armatae face et anguibus
a caeco regno squallido
furoris sociae barbari,
furiae, venite ad nos.

Morte, flagello, stragibus
vindictam tanti funeris
irata nostra pectora
duces docete vos.

Fr. Vivaldi is pleased with his students, and if you tell me poetry doesn't matter, I'm going to send this woman after you.