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The French Marseillaise, a military song during the French Revolution, was later designated as the national anthem. Its birth is similar to that of March of the Volunteers, and it was written on the occasion of the country's life and death to inspire the people. The lyrics are as follows:

Forward, sons and daughters of the motherland, get up quickly, a glorious day is waiting for you! Look, the tyrant is raising a bloody flag to us, raising a bloody flag! Did you hear that? Fierce soldiers howled on our land. They rushed to your side and killed your wife and children.

What do these traitors and kings want? Who are you going to put these damn chains on? Who are you going to wear it for? Frenchman, put it on for us! It's outrageous to be humiliated! It is tolerable, and it is to push mankind back to the slave age!

What! These foreign devils are ruling our hometown! What! Our noble soldiers were defeated by mercenaries! Beaten by mercenaries! Shall we tie our hands and give in to their feet? Is our destiny ruled by a despicable tyrant?

Tremble! Tyrant, traitor, shameless dog and fox! Tremble! The plot to betray the country will eventually pay off! You will get what you deserve in the end! The whole car is full of soldiers, and there are young soldiers one after another. France is constantly producing new people, ready to kill the enemy!

The French, generous soldiers, should know how to fight! Forgive the poor victims, they regret hitting us, they regret hitting us. But those bloodthirsty tyrants and their companions, this group of butch wolves, actually tore their mother's chest!

The sacred love of the motherland, please guide and support our revenge! Freedom, dear freedom, please fight with your defenders. Your defenders fight with them. I hope that in your majestic singing, you will win the flag and make great achievements. Let the dying chairman see: your victory, our glory!

When we began to walk into life, our predecessors were gone; Let us find their remains, their heroism, their heroism. We don't envy being lucky enough to drag out an ignoble existence and are willing to share the coffin with them; Revenge for them or die in battle is our greatest glory!

Armed, compatriots, organize the team! Forward! Forward! Use the enemy's dirty blood as manure in the fertile field!