Текст песни BIONICLE — The Rising

Beneath the endless ocean, in the heart of a massive cave,
energy pulses course through rock. Machines that sat immobile
for a thousand centuries shudder and slowly move, shaking the
universe. Power races through long-disused conduits and
streams further and further from Karda Nui.

Water ripples around the barren island of Mata Nui, stripped
of all life and vegetation by Bohrok hordes. Powerful quakes
shake the earth and massive megaliths of mountain and bedrock
crash into the ocean. An immense chasm rips upward through the
middle of the doomed island, each side sliding toward the
ocean as something massive pushes up from below.

Far away, to the south and east and west, water foams and
boils as undersea shockwaves spread from the movement beneath
the sea. Gigantic whirlpools form and disappear. The sea
itself heaves up towards the sky. Two halves of the island
churn already-frothing waters as they slide apart and dissolve
into the maelstrom.

A tremendous head made of metallic protodermis rises from
beneath the shattered remains of the once-beautiful island.
Water, soil, and rock cascade off its face as it rises higher
and higher into the sky. Titanic shoulders breach the ocean,
and an equally immense chest pivots upwards. Slowly, the robot
climbs to its feet and towers above the clouds for the first
time in a hundred thousand years. Yellow light gleams from its
eyes as it surveys the ocean below.

Mata Nui has risen.