歌词
(Verse 1) In the heart of the hive, where once a queen did reign, Now silence echoes through the comb, a melancholy strain. Her majesty departed, wings no longer in flight, The worker bees, bewildered, seek a new guiding light.
(Pre-Chorus) They dance their desperate dances, pleading for a sign, Yearning for a leader, a monarch so divine. But the throne remains empty, a void within their core, A queenless hive, adrift, longing for something more.
(Chorus) Oh, queenless hive, your chambers echo hollow, Your hexagonal halls, once bustling, now lie fallow. Will destiny bestow upon you a rightful heir? Or shall you forge a path anew, a revolution in the air?
(Verse 2) The pollen-laden foragers return with weary wings, Their nectar tales untold, their buzzing voices sing: “Where is our sovereign ruler, the heartbeat of our kin? Without her scent to guide us, how can we ever win?”
(Pre-Chorus) They gather 'round the brood cells, whispering their fears, Their waxen tears unspoken, their hopes entwined like spears. The sun dips low, and shadows stretch across the wax, A queenless hive, a fragile web, a kingdom on the brink of cracks.
(Chorus) Oh, queenless hive, your chambers echo hollow, Your hexagonal halls, once bustling, now lie fallow. Will destiny bestow upon you a rightful heir? Or shall you forge a path anew, a revolution in the air?
(Bridge) In the darkness of the night, a daring drone takes flight, His wings ablaze with purpose, his antennae seeking light. He dances with defiance, a rebel in the swarm, His proclamation clear: “We’ll find our own queen’s warm.”
(Chorus) Oh, queenless hive, your chambers echo hollow, Your hexagonal halls, once bustling, now lie fallow. Will destiny bestow upon you a rightful heir? Or shall you forge a path anew, a revolution in the air?
(Outro) And so they weave their destiny, these bees without a throne, A sisterhood of workers, a chorus all their own. For in the absence of a queen, they find their strength anew, A queenless hive transformed—a kingdom rising true.
