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Arise! children of the Fatherland, The day of glory has arrived
Against us, tyranny's, Bloody banner is raised
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 and women

To arms, citizens
Form your battalions
Let an impure blood
Soak our fields

Tremble, tyrants, and you traitors
Your parricidal schemes, will finally, receive their reward
Sacred love, of the Fatherland, lead and support our avenging arms
May thy, expiring enemies, see thy triumph and our glory

To arms, citizens
Form your battalions
Let an impure blood
Soak our fields

To arms, citizens
Form your battalions
Let an impure blood
Soak our fields

What does, this horde of slaves, of traitors, and conspiratorial kings want?
For whom, are these vile chains, these long-prepared irons?
Great God, by chained hands, our brows would yield under the yoke
Citizens, as warriors, bear or hold back your blows

To arms, citizens
Form your battalions
Let an impure blood
Soak our fields!

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