La Marseillaise

Arise children of the fatherland!
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
Bloody standard is raised!
Listen to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts

To arms, citizens! Form your battalions!
March, march!
Let the impure blood of our enemies
Water our furrows!

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

Frenchmen, for us? Ah! What outrage!
What methods must be taken?
It is us they dare plan
To return to the old slavery!