La Marseillaise (1792)

Let us go, children of the fatherland
Our day of Glory has arrived.
Against us stands tyranny,
The bloody flag is raised,
The bloody flag is raised.
Do you hear in the countryside
The roar of these savage soldiers 
They come right into our arms
To cut the throats of your sons,
your country. 
To arms, citizens!
Form up your battalions 
Let us march, Let us march!
That their impure blood
Should water our fields
Sacred love of the fatherland
Guide and support our vengeful arms.
Liberty, beloved liberty,
Fight with your defenders;
Fight with your defenders.
Under our flags, so that victory
Will rush to your manly strains;
That your dying enemies
Should see your triumph and glory 
To arms, citizens!
Form up your battalions 
Let us march, Let us march!
That their impure blood
Should water our fields