(Verse 1) They grow where wounded starways rot and blackened meanings breathe, In war-nests made of screaming walls and flesh that learns to seethe. Their corridors are organs where the old laws come undone, And every arch remembers what the Breach has once begun. (Verse 2) The Hive is not a fortress in the mortal sense of stone, It births unstable bodies from a hunger not their own. Its chambers pulse with promises the broken learn to trust, Then shape their names to larvae, claws, and scripture made of rust. (Chorus) The Rift Hives call where architecture learns to bleed, They turn the wound to shelter and the shelter into need. The Dominion blooms in horror where the screaming thresholds thrive, And every soul that enters feeds the language of the Hive. (Verse 3) Possession walks its galleries in borrowed skin and grin, While hosts and demons bargain where the walls are listening in. Some speak in two torn voices and still claim they are free, As bodies lose the border between what was and what will be. (Verse 4) The flesh-mech engines shudder with an appetite for form, They teach the bones of cities how to blossom into storm. Mutation crowns the wounded with a paradise of sores, And grief becomes a doorway that can open into more. (Chorus) The Rift Hives call where architecture learns to bleed, They turn the wound to shelter and the shelter into need. The Dominion blooms in horror where the screaming thresholds thrive, And every soul that enters feeds the language of the Hive. (Bridge) No clean map can contain them, for they spread through crack and cry, Where rage, desire, and despair make hidden doorways lie. They do not need an empire with a measured border drawn, They need a heart to fracture and a frightened world to spawn. (Outro) So still the Rift Hives whisper where the tainted routes descend, And sing of false becoming where the self begins to bend. They are the Breach in walls and wombs, in hunger made alive, A nest of hostile freedom where the broken learn to Hive.
