Carpe diem! Today, we strike!
Cheers fill the streets so violently
as a smile fills my bloodstained face.
Waving the flag around
rush through the air as we
storm the tower
and reclaim what is ours.
Peace! Finality! Bread!
Storm the tower,
no wound too strong,
Fight for your freedom,
Dying around me,
bodies fill the streets and blood rushes through the
Freed from poverty and famine!
Storm the Bastille,
and start to rid us of that bane that is
those three estates!
And let the blood that flows in the gutter
be no longer of the sans-culottes,
but of those who have wronged and
controlled us for too long!