Arise patriotic citizens
The day of glory is at hand
The bloody banner of tyranny
Has been raised against us
In the fields, hear the shouting
Of the fearsome soldiers
Who are coming to cut your families' throats
Citizens take up arms
Form your battalions
March, march
Spill the enemy's blood
Over the land
What do this horde of slaves,
Traitors and conspiratorial kings want?
For whom have they wrought their vile iron chains?
Frenchmen this outrage is prepared for us!
What can we do to stop them in their plan
To return us to the slavery of an evil past
What! These foreign cohorts
Would have themselves ruling our courts!
Sending their mercenary phalanxes
To murder our warrior sons
They would bring us, chained, to our knees
As they rule us
Tremble, tyrants and traitors
Who bring dishonour to good men
Tremble, for you evil schemes
Will get their come-uppance
We are all France's soldiers in the fight against you
Ready to man the breach should our young heroes fall
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors
Bear or hold back your blows
Spare these sad victims
That they regret taking up arms against us
But not these bloody despots
These accomplices of Bouillé
All these tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers' wombs
We shall follow our elders into the pit
Where we shall find their ashes and their epitaphs
We prefer to join them in death
Or to avenge them, rather than live in shame
Drive on patriots
Support our avenging arms
Join the struggle of those who defend
Liberty, cherished liberty
Let victory come to our banner
And let your triumph and our glory
Be the last sights of your dying enemies!