The Final Ghost - ZAO

The round of robins

Hunted down the hawk

They were high on honey

From the lion’s skull

The robins' beaks were sharpened

The hawk’s claws were not

They tore it into pieces

Singing «arise to fall»

The sky was screaming

As it rained feathers and bones

Collective dreaming

We’re all one and alone

In the beak of the raven

Hangs the rabbit’s child

Shrieking in terror

Before its mother’s eyes

Mother leapt in vengeance

Her mind aflame

She drove her dull teeth

Deep in that raven’s neck

The sky was screaming

As it rained feathers and bones

Collective dreaming

We’re all one and alone