Rise - Gojira

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