The drones to the queen

Consuming mass

Secrete their venom

And harvest human skulls

Quick moving tar

Rivers burn

Encapsulate the land

The earth is born again

Bound in crystalline

Foretold by ancient scripture

I will not die inside

The nefarious hive

The swarm obscures the mind

Imploding catacombs reform a shell

From which I gather strength

I see the sky again

Eroded stars whose ashes settle to the bottom

The bottom of the ocean, black

Not bound in crystalline

Foretold by anciеnt scripture

I will not die inside

Thе nefarious hive

Break free, flying high