Wives of ゴジラ / Gojira (We Belong Dead) - .Feast, Janitra Satriani

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

Waters crackled 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 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 or nor any god

I won’t forget what I am

I won’t forget yesterday

Even in the face of hell