Though the fires burn around me,
Though the smoke obscures my eyes,
Still will I look up to Heaven-
Out of ashes, I will rise.
When the thunder roars above me,
Lightning rends and splits the skies,
When the current drags me under-
Even then, will I arise.
As the trees all shed their embers,
The leaf is silent as it dies,
I scream in rage, but still I know that
Out of ashes, I will rise.
When the earth is split beneath me
And I raise my mournful cries,
When the darkness blots the sun out—
From the dust I shall arise.
Though the monster claws within me,
Though the Devil whispers lies,
Though my soul is burned in fire—
Out of ashes, I will rise.
Though an army march against me
And no one stands there by my side
When tears flow from my eyes like rivers—
From those tears shall I arise.
I will not submit to darkness,
I will not believe their lies;
Higher, further, brighter, stronger-
Out of ashes I will rise.
