French National Anthem
The French's national anthem: La Marseillaise, one of the most bloody.
La Marseillaise Arise, children of the fatherland The day of glory has arrived! Against us, tyranny's Bloody banner is raised. (repeat) Do you hear in the fields The howling of these savage soldiers? They are coming into your midst To cut the throats of your sons, your wives! To arms, citizens! Form your battalions! Let us march, let us march! May tainted blood Water our fields! What does this horde of slaves, Traitors, and plotting kings want? For whom these vile chains These long-prepared irons? (repeat) Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage, What fury it must arouse! It is us they dare plan To return to the old slavery! To arms, citizens… What! These foreign cohorts! They would make laws in our homes! What! These mercenary phalanxes Would cut down our proud warriors! (repeat) Good Lord! By chained hands Our brow would yield under the yoke The vile despots would become The masters of our destinies! To arms, citizens… Tremble, tyrants and traitors The shame of all good men Tremble! Your parricidal schemes Will receive their just reward! (repeat) Against you, we are all soldiers If our young heroes fall, The earth will bear new ones, Ready to join the fight against you! To arms, citizens… Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors, Bear or hold back your blows! Spare these sad victims That they may regret taking up arms against us (repeat) But not these bloody despots These accomplices of Bouillé All these tigers who mercilessly Ripped out their mother's breast! To arms, citizens… Sacred patriotic love, Lead and support our avenging arms Liberty, cherished liberty, Fight back with your defenders! (repeat) Under our flags, let victory Hurry to your manly tone, So that your enemies, in their last breath, See your triumph and our glory! To arms, citizens… (Children's Verse) We shall enter the career When our elders will no longer be there There we shall find their dust And the mark of their virtues (repeat) Much less jealous of surviving them Than of sharing their coffins, We shall have the sublime pride Of avenging or following them! To arms, citizens…
Note the use of the words: bloody, howling, “To cut the throats of your sons, your wives!”, slaves, “Ripped out their mother's breast!”. The French are really that sexual.