Hail the Queen (The Hive)

Inside of the hive 

Constant whir of their kind to serve to survive 

Her majesty

She is my all, she is my world and life to me

All will be done

Hold back your tongue

This is the hive mind

The pollination journey’s perilous

Courage above the fear 

The dead turn into husks

What an amber beauty

Sacrifice 

Inside of the hive constant whir constructing greatness from the small

The queen must be held in high regard

If her death shall come she has an army of slaves

Strong colony

We are few the great swarm

Liquid gold produced you all rely on what we farm

Without us you would all be helpless 

Swarm 

The chosen few who fight will be crowned 

As our top country men

An army 

Inside the hive,

We are the swarm

Queen of the most if not all the brood

Only several spies will still be chosen to

Continue their lives worshipping

Every single day

This is why we are a greater kind

Man’s envious

Serve

Power of the hive

Blood split for her children

All will hail the queen