[Intro] In the name of the Hive, The sanctum of spores, The genome gospel, The flesh that knows no death... only replication. K’rrch’ekth... Vremni’tal. Bend your knees. Split your chest. The sermon now slithers beneath your spine. [Chorus] “Kyrie Xeno, hive be thy name, Spawn in flesh, ignite the flame, Sanctum womb and acid rain, In exo-prayers, we chant thy pain.” [Verse 1] Robe of silk, mask of bone, Liturgical data cloned in stone. Preachin' from a choir of nerves, Crucifix twitches, flesh observes. Text of the Queen etched in embryo script, Scrolls of bile, in mucus dipped. The congregation drools in sync, As doctrine drips from umbilic ink. [Pre-Chorus] Hush now… hush… the ovum dreams unseen… Your Amen... triggers her ovipositor keen. “N’Shhkl... Ad’vrii... Rex Materae...” [Chorus] “Xeno Credo, genome grieve, Through the womb, we do believe, Blessed drip, divine decay, Faith is fed in disarray.” [Verse 2] Censer swings with embryonic ash, Sermon pulsed from uterine flash. DNA spirals in incense form, Confessions coded in cellular swarm. Bishops wheeze with acid breath, Each cough delivers sacred death. Tongues long gone, now spawn reside, Apostles of the parasite… sanctified. [Bridge] "Filius… Vesica… Corpus Infectorum!" “We are many. We are womb. We crawl inside what others call tomb. All gods will kneel before replication. Blood is sacrament. Hosts are stations.” [Extended Final Chorus] “Kyrie Xeno, grant us dread, Feed us fear and hatch the dead, Crack the sky, dissolve the soul, Through her coil, we are made whole.” “Credo in Matrem Ovum Rex, In seethe, in slime, in sacred hex, From egg to Queen, from flesh to spire, We rise... rebirth... reburn... respire.” [Outro] The Hive does not absolve... It assimilates. Your final prayer... has been fertilized. “Shhr’ak-kil… fecundare… eternum v’rann.”
