Arise, children of the Fatherland,

The day of glory has arrived!

Against us, tyranny's

Bloody standard is raised, (repeat)

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,

March, march!

Let an impure blood

Water our furrows!

What does this horde of slaves
,
Of traitors and conspiring kings want?

For whom have these vile chains,

These irons, been long prepared? (repeat)

Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage

What furious action it must arouse!

It is to us they dare plan

A return to the old slavery!

To arms, citizens...

Lovely.

Lovely. To arms citizens. It's a necessity for Freedom.