We will swim where otters lick salt from our skin
And Empire dissolves in the throne of our bones
Greetings to ancestors of blood
Cockatoo cockatoo cockatoo!
 
We will fly with the vultures through the mists of release
As Empire expires in flames of resistance
Greetings to ancestors of spirit
Cockatoo cockatoo cockatoo!
 
We will rest with the badgers in our set of desire
As Empire collapses with the exhale of breath
Greetings to ancestors of space
Cockatoo cockatoo cockatoo!
 
We will dance in trees resplendent with song
And Empire declares an end to its reign.
Greetings to ancestors of place
Cockatoo cockatoo cockatoo!
 
Fly past the nets of the hunters!
Rest in the pleasures of flesh!