Rise

History erased my story, my ancestors But I'm still alive Clenched fist, I bite the floor My eyes turn to red I raise my voice, show my fury Wide open to the sun I put my hands in this source of light In that constant energy Present at my funeral I know I'll rise And meet myself reborn Sculpt entrance out of rock Now advance without a respite Go back to the source I raise my head --- Rise - Gojira