La Marsellesa

Arise, children of the Fatherland
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised

Do you hear, in the countryside
The roar of those ferocious soldiers?
They're coming right into your arms
To cut the throats of your sons, your women!

To arms, citizens
Form your battalions
Let's march, let's march
Let an impure blood
Soak our fields

What does this horde of slaves
Of traitors and conspiratorial kings want?
For whom are these vile chains
These long-prepared irons?

Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage
What fury it must arouse!
It is us they dare plan
To return to the old slavery!

What! These foreign cohorts!
Would make the law in our homes!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would strike down our proud warriors!

Great God! By chained hands
Our brows would yield under the yoke
Vile despots would become
The masters of our destinies
Tremble, tyrants and you traitors

The shame of all parties
Tremble! Your parricidal schemes
Will finally receive their reward!
Everyone is a soldier to combat you

If they fall, our young heroes
Will produce new ones
Ready to fight against you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors

Bear or hold back your blows!
Spare these sad victims
Arming reluctantly against us
But these bloodthirsty despots
But these accomplices of Bouillé

All these tigers who, pitiless
Tear their mother's breast
We shall enter the career
When our elders are no longer there
We shall find their dust

And the trace of their virtues
Much less jealous to survive them
Than to share their coffins
We shall have the sublime pride
Of avenging or following them!

Sacred love of the Fatherland
Guide and support our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished Liberty
Fight with your defenders!
Under our flags, may victory
Hurry to your manly accents
May your dying enemies
See your triumph and our glory!