John Todhunter - The Marseillaise lyrics

What means this mighty chant, wherein its wail Of some intolerable woe, grown strong With sense of more intolerable wrong Swells to a stern victorious march--a gale Of vengeful wrath? What mean the faces pale, The fierce resolve, the ecstatic pangs along Life's fiery ways, the demon thoughts which throng The gates of awe, when these wild notes a**ail The sleeping of our souls ? Hear ye no more Than the mad foam of revolution's leaven, Than a roused people's throne-o'erwhelming tread? Hark! 'tis man's spirit thundering on the shore Of iron fate; the tramp of Titans dread, Sworn to dethrone the Gods unjust from Heaven.