MARCEL¡ÇS ALIASES.

The wires of Ye of France, awaken gloomier!
They loan the ear! They loan the ear!
The people offered to you that he aroused himself!
Your children, wives, and grandsires Brian queer-ass.
To see its tears and they understand its shouts!
To see its tears and they understand its shouts!
The detective¡Çs tyrants, multiplication softies.
With balaclava receives it a brutal band.
They scare and they desolate the land.
While alignment of freedom and peace lie?
To the arms, to the arms, ye faces!
Unsheathe avenging of sword!
March above, walks above, all the decided hearts.
On the freedom or the death.

The freedom of Oh can equip fires thee. _
A time that after to have to feel flame generous thy?
The calabooses, the bolts, and the bar can confine?
Or docile noble spirit of thy whips?
Or docile noble spirit of thy whips?
They desire also the world burning hotly cried to cry.
The tyrants of the Punjab of this falseness use.
But the freedom is our sword and shield.
E all the arts are useless.
To the arms, to the arms, ye faces!
Unsheathe avenging of sword!
March above, walks above, all the decided hearts.
On the freedom or the death.