Counter-Marseillaise or proto-death metal?
People of France, people of brothers
Can you see without shivering with horror
Crime raise the banners
Of carnage and of terror?
You endure the vile horde
Of assassins and brigands
Soiling with its fierce breath
The land of the living
What! This cannibal horde
Which hell vomits from its womb
Preaches murder and carnage!
It is covered with your blood!
What is this barbarian slowless?
Hurry, sovereign people,
To return to the monsters of Tenaerus
All these blood-drinkers
Sad shades of innocence
Lie quiet in your tombs
The belated day of vengeance
At last makes your executioners turn pale
Yes, we swear on your tomb
By our unhappy country
To make but a hecatomb
Of these frightful cannibals
Can you see without shivering with horror
Crime raise the banners
Of carnage and of terror?
You endure the vile horde
Of assassins and brigands
Soiling with its fierce breath
The land of the living
What! This cannibal horde
Which hell vomits from its womb
Preaches murder and carnage!
It is covered with your blood!
What is this barbarian slowless?
Hurry, sovereign people,
To return to the monsters of Tenaerus
All these blood-drinkers
Sad shades of innocence
Lie quiet in your tombs
The belated day of vengeance
At last makes your executioners turn pale
Yes, we swear on your tomb
By our unhappy country
To make but a hecatomb
Of these frightful cannibals