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