Praise all my sisters
We belong dead
The king of Pacific waters
Claims all our head
Praise all my sisters
We belong dead
Stop crying don’t be sad
It ain’t so bad
This our fate to drown
In the depths of the ocean
Time to become one
With the fangs of the fallen
Thermonuclear claws
End the days that we sulk in
Wives of Gojira
No need to be sullen
Praise all my sisters
We belong dead
The king of Pacific waters
Claims all our head
Praise all my sisters
We belong dead
Stop crying don’t be sad
It ain’t so bad
This our fate to drown
In the depths of the ocean
Time to become one
With the fangs of the fallen
Thermonuclear claws
End the days that we sulk in
Wives of Gojira
No need to be sullen
There I was
Sitting just a chair away from God
The Allmother calling me a bat, a pest
Over a cup of coffee
The wind was howling
Water sprinkled around our feet
I looked at her in the eye
A moment of silence
I braced myself to ask her
“Aren’t we all time travelers?
Visiting the past everyday, to try and shape the future?
Isn’t that human nature? One with your image?
Would you say that we are all cheaters?
Wouldn’t it also make you one?”
I am me because I learn from the past
So you can’t stop me
Not you, nor any God
‘Cause I won’t forget who I am
I won’t forget yesterday
Even in the face of hell
