Stanza from a Translation of the Marseillaise Hymn
Tremble, Kings despised of man!Ye traitors to your Country,Tremble! Your parricidal planAt length shall meet its destiny...We all are soldiers fit to fight,But if we sink in glory's nightOur mother Earth will give ye newThe brilliant pathway to pursueWhich leads to Death or Victory...
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