With human life-blood red,
Untrembling at the deed,
Plant firm your manly tread;
The priest may howl, the jurist rave,
But we will free the fettered slave.
The tyrant’s scorn is vain,
In vain the slanderer’s breath,
We’ll rush to break the chain,
E’en on the jaws of death;
Hurrah! hurrah! right on go we,