Rise کے بول

Rise Circle Greet the sun Serpent coils unwind Pressure blood from stone Now do valleys open wide Now like rust do we reach out Now do clouds burst forth under weight Rise Rest Your Shield Lay Down Your Plow Wake Inhale Listen Rise Have you ever seen the scarlet day Or felt the calloused hand of age You till the ground and bring to home Muscle flesh and blood to bone Taste this oaken grain Grab its horn and not the reins.