By the Queen's will, We do as we're told. Amass our numbers, Ensure our story is told. Fall into line soldier, The battle approaches. Mandibles quivering in ANTicipation. Her chittering horde descends on the masses, We blot out the sun, numbers are massive. All will be ours, All will be taken, All will be consumed as your fields become vacant. All for the Queen. Yeah, For the Queen. We do it because we must, Sycophants. Each day the colony grows, One by one we become stronger. We make mountains out of ant-hills, Lining our tunnels with fresh kills. Pick up the pace, soldier, The war isn't over. Don't stop til all is ours. Her chittering horde descends on the masses, We blot out the sun, numbers are massive. All will be ours, All will be taken, All will be consumed as your fields become vacant. All for the Queen. Yeah, For the Queen. We do it because we must, Sycophants. Crush the weak, Overwhelm with numbers, Dust beneath our feet. March, March, Consume. It. All. Her chittering horde descends upon the masses, We blot out the sun, numbers are massive. All will be ours, All will be taken, All will be consumed as your fields become vacant. All for the Queen. Yeah, For the Queen. We do it because we must, Sycophants.
