My murdered hostages, my fallen sons,
My wounded babes, the nameless deeds of shame
Upon my women, helpless, fore the Huns,
I swear I shall avenge! My justice and my right
Shall conquer, or my last red blood I shed.
I, France, austere and blazing in my might
Shout forth this message to my valiant dead.
III
This Holy vow of wrath, this oath of hate,
Before high Heaven solemnly I swear,